The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The cold war between the king and the demon god lasted almost a month. The head maid in the palace told Kiria that in the past 20 days, the king had never been to His Majesty's bedroom, and he had never even mentioned the other party's name.

Camillo is no longer the rebellious temper he used to be. He can hold his breath in some things, not to mention that he really acquiesces. Amedeo doesn’t want to see him, so let’s just not see him. Anyway, after 50 years have passed Now, everything will be back to normal.

Before dawn, he was sitting in the study reviewing scrolls, not because he liked government affairs, but because he wanted to do as much as possible within the limited time, the indoor light was hazy and dim, and the silhouette of his side face was enveloped In the shadows, especially reveals a cold and inhuman temperament.

The dark elements gradually emanated from his body and floated faintly in the air. He raised his head and glanced casually: "Why, do you think I've done it too?"

Shenhun would not answer him, but just sneered gleefully.

Camillo narrowed his eyes disapprovingly, and said sarcastically, "It's because of this that you look so disgusting."

He only moved his fingers, and the dark elements in front of him dissipated in an instant.

The blue sky outside the window is gradually brightening. At the place where the sky meets the horizon, dark blue and light blue are intertwined, revealing the first glimmer of the red sun.

Camillo put the quill on the table, got up and walked out of the study. The guard outside the door stepped forward to salute and handed him a thick fox fur cloak: "King, where are you going, we will accompany you!"

"No, I'll just walk around."

Camillo put on his cloak and walked towards the garden in front of the palace. Just in the corridor, he met Kiria walking towards him. "Hey!" Kiria stretched her waist, "Morning—"

He stopped the drowsy Kylia: "Wait, I was just about to discuss with you how the coup d'état on the border is going. I'm considering sending more troops, or sending priests to preach..."

"Stop!" Kiriya interrupted him, her eyes widened, "It's government affairs and military affairs again, what time is it, you still want to ask these questions!"

"Huh?" Camillo frowned seriously, thinking that she had encountered some difficult incident.

"I mean Amedeo, Amedeo!" Kylia curled her lips, "How long have you two been in a cold war, and when are you willing to apologize to others, this palace is almost frozen to ice cave."

"..."

Camillo moved the corner of his mouth, and changed the subject helplessly: "It's just because winter is here..."

"Don't talk!" Kylia interrupted him bluntly, and the guards around listened tightly. The only person in the whole palace who dared to yell at the king was only Mrs. Kylia, "What are you, kid?" I don’t know about your volatile temper, you must have offended someone, and you’re too embarrassed to speak up, how much is your face worth, so hurry up and apologize to me!”

"But I did apologize."

"That's because you're not sincere enough!"

Camillo sighed inaudibly: "Got it, I'll just go."

Kylia responded with a smile. At this time, a handsome figure in silver armor came from the end of the corridor. Jeremy was leading troops to patrol the outer hall. When he saw Camillo, he immediately walked up to him: "The king , what you told me to do has been done, the candidate for the little princess' teacher..."

Jeremy was half-speaking, but Kylia suddenly locked his neck and dragged him out: "You talk too much! Ka has more important things to do!"

The hall of the church is covered with endless white marble, a harpsichord with gold patterns on a black background is placed in the center, and the nun is sitting on the piano chair, playing a soothing tune.

Another boy in a white dress stood by the harpsichord and sang hymns with his angelic voice in time with the music.

And the god he praised was sitting on the seat not far away. Amedeo turned over the pages of the book in his hand, inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the boy who sang, and his eyes froze immediately. If he and Camillo If there is a child, it should be like this scene, a child with soft hair and a cute smile.

During this time, he often came to church, staying for a whole day, nominally to implement the principle of separation of church and state, but most of all, to avoid Camillo, in fact he missed that person's appearance, and also missed the old Camillo, but what's more, he couldn't help himself, wanting to like the current Camillo.

He always felt that this kind of thinking was wrong.

He tried to explain it once, but it seems that this subtle psychological feeling cannot be clearly expressed in words. Every day when he wakes up, he drifts between liking him and liking "him". "Keep a certain distance, but subconsciously hope that the other party will care about me more, and focus on him instead of those boring documents.

But after this month, he finally realized clearly that Camillo was not really interested in him, nor did he want to see him.

The door of the church suddenly opened, and the light from outside filled the church floor.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the eyes of the people inside turned to the door one after another. The visitor walked in with the light behind him, the fur cloak fluttering behind him, and his steps exuded a noble and majestic temperament, which made people unable to help but have the idea of ​​looking up.

After walking under the indoor light, the nun saw his face clearly, opened her lips in shock, and hurriedly got up to salute him: "My king."

Camillo nodded, first took off his cloak covered in snow, and then walked towards Amedeo, not because the room was not cold, but because he was afraid that the cold air on his cloak would contaminate the other party's body.

Amedeo quickly turned his face to the side, and covered his side face with his long golden hair. He didn't want Camillo to see him lose his composure due to over-excitement, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and even he couldn't tell the difference. Whether this feeling is out of anger, surprise, or shyness.

"You don't want to see me?" Camillo stood beside him, looking at him calmly, "I only have one thing for you, and I will leave after you accept it."

The young nun led the choir boys out of the hall and closed the door softly.

"What is it?" Amedeo turned his head slightly, his voice cold.

Camillo knew that Amedeo had made a concession, and a little concession would make him very happy. He leaned on the back of the chair and walked behind him, bent slightly, and handed a black velvet box in front of him.

Opening the box, there was a simple platinum ring inside, which was the same style as the one on Camillo's left hand.

"This is the one I owe you," said Camillo.

Originally, the two had exchanged rings during the wedding, but what Amedeo wore was a blue diamond ring, which did not fit the size of a man. Later, that ring was taken along with the queen's funeral. Burial in the ground, so Amedeo does not have a wedding ring now.

He took the ring in astonishment and didn't put it on for a long time, "Aren't you afraid of being seen by others, this is the same style?"

"You can tell by looking at it. Anyway, I am the monarch of the demon world. Who else dares to object?" Camillo smiled. "Does this sound like the kind of words I used to say?"

Amedeo laughed softly, and put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, the size was just right.

Camillo embraced his shoulders, bent down and kissed his side face, only to realize that Amedeo was crying, and he froze: "...what's wrong?"

Amedeo wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, "I like you," he said.

"I understand." Camillo closed his eyes and continued the kiss with him.

"I am talking about you."

At that time, the two kissed too fiercely, and I don't know if Camillo heard clearly, but they just hugged each other tightly, and the spiritual emptiness has finally been filled, as if a part of themselves was missing and must be filled by the other half , the restless desire can be calmed down, he is so eager for this person, and Amedeo can only belong to him.