The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"What's the matter, it has deteriorated like this in just one month."

Kylia walked up the steps quickly, led a few female doctors to see Camillo, and walked outside His Majesty's bedroom. Two rows of courtiers were standing at the door with their heads bowed, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet.

Seeing the decoction in the maid's hand, she couldn't help frowning: "The morning medicine hasn't been brought in yet?"

"If you go back to the master, the medicine has been warmed twice. We have been waiting at the door, and just asked again... The king is not awake yet." The maid's voice became smaller and smaller, and she dared not continue.

Kylia's expression changed slightly, and she pushed the door in without any explanation: "I'll go in and have a look!"

Jeremy moved while standing at the door, stepped forward to stop her, and said in a serious tone, "My king has ordered that no one except His Majesty the Demon God be allowed to enter!"

"Are you kidding me, I'm a doctor..."

"The king knows that he is only physically weak, and his consciousness is still very clear," Jeremy interrupted her, "As the commander of the capital guard, I only obey the orders of the king alone. Since he gave this order, I must strictly obey."

Kiriya's face turned cold, and she said sharply: "What do you mean, can I still harm him?!"

"If he refuses to take the medicine, you still force him to take the medicine, so what is it if you don't harm him? As a king, he can't even decide his own freedom of life and death?"

"False words!" Ji Liya was furious, and immediately drew her sword and prepared to force her way.

The people around were shocked, and stepped aside one after another.

Only the soldiers of the capital guard remained in place, staring nervously at their commander. Jeremy didn't take a step back, standing in front of Kylia like a rock, looking directly at her calmly and calmly: "Kingdom My lord, I am not talking nonsense, these are the original words of the king."

Kylia paused for a moment under his gaze, and she suddenly realized that the boy's eyes were no longer that of the timid boy at the beginning, exuding a knight-like masculinity from the bottom of his bones, and the golden knight on his chest The medal was also awarded to him by Camilo last year.

When the two were confronting each other, the door of the temple opened from the inside, and Amedeo came out, his eyes swept over the two of them, and he stared slightly, seemingly displeased but didn't say anything, and turned to look at the maid beside him: "Give me the medicine, Camillo is awake."

This faint sentence immediately brought hope to everyone. With a relieved smile on Kiria's face, she stepped forward and asked, "Then how is he doing now?"

Amedeo narrowed his eyes slightly, paused, but replied with an irrelevant sentence: "Did Maya hide it?"

"It's all arranged. The little princess was taken to Grelin Castle by Fiona. I don't know anything yet."

"Yeah." He nodded, and then gently closed the door. Kiria continued to ask, but the door was locked from the inside.

Camillo was lying on the bed, with his hair hanging from his cheeks and by his side, and the firelight from the fireplace reflected on his face, making him look a bit rosy for consolation.

Amedeo sat on the bed, reached out his hand under the quilt to hold his hand, his fingertips that were warm just now were now cold again.There are several heaters in the room, and the bed is covered with a thick blanket. The bed is ironed with a thermos bottle every night. Most people will feel hot after staying in the house for a long time, but Camillo has never sweated, and his body is completely cold. Not like the body temperature of a living person.

He was asleep most of the time, sometimes when Amedeo called his name, he would respond dimly, then turned around and went back to sleep.

Amedeo couldn't bear to wake him up, so he stared at Camillo's sleepy face, and after a while, he said as gently as possible: "Wake up, come and drink the medicine."

He scooped up a spoonful of the medicine, leaned over and brought it to Camillo's lips to feed him. Camillo smelled the medicine, turned his head subconsciously, and the medicine dripped down his lips to his neck.

"Oh... don't move around." Amedeo quickly wiped off the concoction with a towel, then he tried to hug Camillo into his arms, and fed him again.

But Camillo still pressed his lips tightly, unable to feed a drop.

"The prescription this time is sweet, you can try it in a sip, okay?" Amedeo tried his best to comfort him.

After tossing around for a while, Camillo opened his eyes slightly, and said something impatiently, the voice was very soft and hard to hear, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Seeing that he still had the strength to swear, Amedeo couldn't help smiling. He couldn't give the medicine, so he had to put the medicine in his mouth, pry open Camillo's teeth with the tip of his tongue, and pour the medicine into his mouth. inside.

"Cough, cough..." Camillo tried to push him away, but he was exhausted, and Amedeo easily held him down.

"It's the last bite, soon." Amedeo kissed his forehead, waited for him to slow down for a while, and fed him a few more mouthfuls, and finally downed the whole bowl of medicine.

Kylia also used strong medicine this time, even if Camillo really had only one breath left, she could forcefully drag his life back.

That's why Camillo didn't want to drink it. He was already drowsy and didn't feel the cold anymore, but now that he was conscious, he was so cold that he wanted to shiver every second.

As an apology, Amedeo held him and slept all night, and acted as a human body heater for him all night. The next day, Camillo still didn't give him a good face. The first thing he said when he woke up was:

"……roll."

Amedeo stared at his face with downcast eyes, curled his lips, and said, "Do you really have the heart to let me go?"

Camillo remained silent. He made a gesture to get up and get out of bed, but Camillo grabbed his wrist, and his muffled voice came from under the quilt: "I'm a patient, do I have to apologize to you?"

Amedeo's eyes flickered, and he slowly sat back on the bed and hugged his cold body, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "Camilo...I really don't want you to go...you are sick At that time, I didn't dare to close my eyes every night, for fear that if I didn't pay attention, we wouldn't even have a chance to say goodbye."

"There is no last time. Once my soul returns, my body will recover quickly, and I will wait for you in the future."

"But I love you..." He said what he had never dared to say, "I love you...I love you now, I don't want you to wait for me in the future, please don't go, and I wish I could stay one more day..."

Amedeo tightly grasped his cold hand, clasped his fingers, and kissed his forehead, bridge of nose and lips affectionately.

"Then I'm powerless too, rules are rules," Camillo pulled his hand out, stroking his face with cool fingers feebly, "Mei, I assure you, I will wait for you, no matter how long No matter how far away, we will meet again and be together forever."

"Remember that sentence I quoted, Copperfield wrote, 'beautiful things are always worth the wait'."

"Beautiful things are always worth waiting for," Amedeo repeated, and couldn't help laughing. "This sentence was written by Tobias. Actually, you don't like classical poetry at all, right?"

Camillo lost his temper, and leaned on his arm, reluctantly confessing the truth: "Well, I originally wanted to read some books to calm my mind. I tried to read a few chapters, but found that classical poetry is really boring. And... dusk, I hate it too..."

"Then why did you watch it again?"

"Because when you watch it with me, it's not boring."

That afternoon, Yuesemona finally arrived at the capital and entered the palace to meet the king. His Majesty personally ordered that she be left alone in the bedroom, and even Amedeo had to go out to avoid it.

She walked into the bedroom with a red leather suitcase, and was frightened by the heating as soon as she entered the room. She asked in disbelief, "My lord, why are you so afraid of the cold?"

Camillo tried his best to support his body and leaned against the head of the bed. Seeing Yuesemona's familiar red, his eyes showed a little relief, and he said softly, "You are finally back."

"It's too late!" Yuesemona quickly knelt down.

"How could it be your fault, 50 years are approaching, and you came back at just the right time," Camillo smiled helplessly, "Get up quickly, you have worked hard along the way."

When Yuesemona stood up, she suddenly remembered the suitcase in her hand, immediately knelt down again, and reported nervously: "My lord, I made an important discovery in Seville this time. The content of the translation..."

"Leave this for a while," Camillo interrupted her calmly, "Come here first, I have something to tell you."

Yuesemona froze for a moment, and walked to the bed step by step hesitantly. That evening, Camillo said something that could only be said to her alone.

"I really regret..."

"Mona, there is one thing I must ask you to do..."

Hearing those words, Yuesemona's body trembled suddenly, two lines of tears rolled down her face, she opened her mouth and said two words silently, then stretched out her hand tremblingly, and landed on Camillo's chest , gathered the spiritual pressure and suddenly pressed it.

Camillo's heart shrank suddenly, he gasped instinctively, and experienced a brief death within a second, countless pictures flashed in his mind, and the soul traced back from a distance regained his body in an instant, Like an electric current rushing through the whole body, the heart began to beat vigorously again, and the body temperature gradually rose.

At that moment, Camillo opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, and looked at Yuesemona in shock and incomprehension:

"Mona... why are you here?"