The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Only then did Kiriya realize that what she said shouldn't be said. She hesitated twice and couldn't find a suitable topic, so she closed the door embarrassingly under the excuse of not seeing evil.

In the bathroom, only Camillo and Amedeo were left.

Amedeo turned his head and stared deeply at Camillo: "Who did it?"

Camillo backed away guiltily, the action caused a sound of water, and goosebumps stood up on the back of the slapping water, "Well, the water temperature seems to be a bit cold..." But it might just be Amedeo's anger. The field is getting cold.

He was several hundred years younger than the other party, not to mention straightforward, his thoughts were almost written on his face, even if he didn't say it, he could never hide it from Amedeo who was always watching him.He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and actually embraced the person in the water into his arms, and hugged him horizontally.

"Then wipe off the water, so you don't catch a cold." Amedeo helped him put a bath towel on him, put him on the leather sofa, and took another towel to wipe his wet hair.

"I'll give you one night to consider whether to follow me to the capital of the Demon Realm, or to stay and receive Kylia's treatment."

Camillo was quietly manipulated by him, and secretly pursed his lips, probably because he was afraid that he would miss out on Pella's name, but he still couldn't bear to take revenge on his former classmate.

Amedeo applied pain-relieving ointment to his infected area, and then wrapped it tightly with a bandage. He moved very gently for fear of hurting Camillo.

Camillo stared at his skillful movements, wondering if Amedeo took care of the Demon King in the same way. The boy who was his age at the beginning should be about to grow up like him now. It is said that the day the Demon King came of age, The whole demon world will hold a grand celebration, and the demon god will crown him personally.

And now I am just a fugitive, a useless person who is shouted and beaten by everyone like a mouse crossing the street.

He quietly clenched his fist, but it was covered by a warm palm. Amedeo was very close to him, with the blond hair hanging on the back of his neck, and his lukewarm voice clung to him Ask in the ear: "I hurt you? If it hurts, just say it, don't hurt yourself."

The other party's breath is so close to him, for orcs, smell is a unique way of identification, and Amedeo's smell has an inexplicable attraction to Camillo, it tickles his heart like a feather, But helplessly, the other party was an unattainable god. He shrank his neck and said with a slightly red face: "No, no, I don't feel anything in my left arm, so you don't have to worry."

In the eyes of Amedeo, such a small action seemed to be out of fear, his eyes narrowed, yes, he had seen Roger cut off his left arm, this kid must hate him for standing by, Even if the severed arm can be reattached, it must be nerve-destroyed.He didn't say anything more. After helping Camillo get dressed, he took him to the bed in the bedroom and covered him with a blanket.

When Camillo was young, he always took care of him like this. He had to coax the child to bed every day. It was Camillo who was still self-willed and insisted on pestering him to sleep with him, but the Demon God had so many affairs that Amedeo had to sit Beside the bed, reading paperwork with one hand, holding the little hand of the child with the other, and accompanying him to sleep.

"You...are you still leaving?"

Amedeo woke up suddenly, and looked at Camillo again. The boy was curled up in the blanket, staring at him hesitantly with only two eyes showing some kind of resistance and distrust. It was obvious that he was being "chased away" by the other party. Walk".

He stood up, his face still as cold as ice, and when he walked to the door, his footsteps paused slightly, "Good night." After finishing speaking, he closed the bedroom door.

After clearly hearing the sound of closing the door, Camillo poked his head out from under the blanket. He sighed, turned over and fell asleep. It was a torment every second to get along with this Lord Demon God. That's good, at least you can laugh and chat, instead of being like an iceberg, you can only watch from a distance...

In the middle of the night, the dark element on Camillo's shoulders suddenly became active, and the dark poison lurking under the skin began to erode the surrounding cells little by little, and even slowly penetrated into the bone marrow. Camillo, who was sleeping soundly, wrinkled tightly. There was fine sweat on his forehead, normal people should have been awakened by the pain at this moment, but Camillo found that he couldn't wake up no matter what, as if a dark claw was entangled with him, dragging him into the endless in the darkness.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find himself sitting in a restaurant in neat clothes.

... Another dream?

A piece of classical music rang in my ear, and no one was playing it, it just sounded out of thin air like background music.The chair in front of him was pulled away by an old hand, and an old man stood there with a luggage bag, smiled at him and said:

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

All the seats in the restaurant were vacant, and the old man chose the seat opposite him, and before Camillo could speak, the old man had already put down his luggage and sat down.

Camelot's eyebrows moved slightly: "Who are you?"

The old man bowed politely: "I come from Shenting."

. . . it was a strange dream.Camillo looked around, this is a small and exquisite restaurant, there is no owner or waiter, but it is brightly lit.

The door at the entrance was suddenly pushed open, and a drunken woman in a wedding dress broke in, followed by a man in rough clothes. The long skirt was inlaid with beautiful jewels, and the two of them could be seen as coming from two social classes with very different status.

"Franz, I knew you would come to me..." The woman fell unsteadily on a table, but she had a sweet smile on her face, and her slender hands in silk gloves kept tightly holding on to the man's waist clothes corner.

The man responded vaguely, but began to untie the diamond necklace, earrings, and rings around the woman's neck, and hurriedly stuffed them into his pockets. He kept looking around vigilantly, and when he looked towards Camillo , the eyes actually directly penetrated them.

The old man held down Camillo who was about to get up, and explained extremely calmly: "It's all phantom, he can't see us."

Camillo frowned and asked, "Why did he take those jewelry?"

"He's a thief, don't you see? Vanessa never waited for the man to come back to her, and she wasn't drunk and hallucinating from drugs."

"Who is... Vanessa?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and fixedly looked at the woman in the wedding dress: "She...is a very great person."

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the image that appeared again was a gorgeous courtyard. The woman called Vanessa stood in the middle of the courtyard, her expression was extremely angry, and she roared hysterically:

"What are you talking about, he's married, and he and that bitch have a child?"

She lowered her head and began to tear her gorgeous long skirt, "Then what am I, the daughter of a majestic earl, nothing can compare to that bitch!" The torn skirt revealed darkness, and she stretched her hands to her chest , tore that delicate skirt in half, and what was left was actually a pitch-black long skirt wrapped in dark elements.

The woman's facial features also changed, her expression became a little stiff, and her eyes began to become infinitely dark, unable to reveal a trace of light.

The old man gently pulled Camillo, which made him calm down. The old man said slowly in a deep voice: "From a long time ago, darkness has been guarding this world."

The scene in front of me suddenly accelerated, and I saw a woman riding a war horse. She had cut off her long hair, her face was covered in blood, and she wore the earl's medal on her chest, leading the soldiers to fight on the battlefield.

The old man repeated again: "When the darkness came, she blew the horn of the First World War, leading the human race at the bottom of the world to drive the demon race out of human territory."

Camillo was stunned. He knew this period of history from books, but it was never recorded that the leader of the human war was a woman.

"People said she was the devil of war, and no one wanted to mention her name. She lost her title, had no husband, no friends, no children in her life, and her comrades in arms went to the end of their lives one after another. She remembered everyone's name , Mourning for them, but Vanessa is dead, no one knows, no one grieves."

Camillo looked at the sad woman in the image and sighed, "It's not fair to her."

The old man smiled: "There is nothing unfair about this. This is the price. Every god must pay the price, even the Dark God who walks outside the rules."

"Dark God?" Camelot was stunned, he had never heard of this god.

At the same time as he spoke, Vanessa in the image looked at him, her eyes were dark, cold and lifeless, after a long time, the corners of Vanessa's mouth pulled out a strange arc, "... you."

Camillo was taken aback by the voice that reached the bottom of his heart. The phantom in front of him began to dissipate quickly. He realized that he was waking up. At the last moment, he grabbed the old man and asked him eagerly: "Please Tell me, what is the price of the Demon God?"

The old man squinted and smiled: "I didn't hear what you said."

Camelot yelled again: "The price of the demon god!"

A white light exploded in front of his eyes, and the old man's body dissipated into powder along with the phantom. At the last moment, the old man kept a peaceful smile and opened his mouth slightly.

He didn't say a word, but the message clearly reached Camillo's mind.