The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Hey, have you seen Camillo?" Kylia patted the shoulder of the guard in front.

The other party was startled, and turned his head hesitantly, revealing a slightly immature face, a look of fear but pretending to be calm.

Kylia recognized him as the only surviving SS soldier, "Why are you here?"

"I... Your Majesty the Dark God asked me to guard the city lord here."

"Oh." Kilia nodded, and now the old castellan of Aerys has been placed under house arrest. The original fake show has become a real one. Although it is a bit inhumane, if it were her, she would definitely arrange it like this.She looked at the young boy carefully, and smiled, "It really looks alike."

Jeremy shrank back, "...what does it look like?" He was so nervous that his ears turned red, making his complexion more pink, and under the soft short brown hair, the curled eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

"Like a friend of my ex-disciple." Kylia propped her chin nostalgicly and said. He looks a lot like Matthew when he was a child, but in comparison, Matthew's child is more stubborn, and his eyebrows and eyes are more mature and indifference.

"Oh, by the way," Kylia changed the subject, "Where did you see Camillo go?"

"He..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he hurriedly changed to a respectful name, "Your Majesty has returned to the room."

"You are really afraid of him, after all you have experienced that kind of thing." Ji Liya was a little helpless, kept a little distance from the other party, and continued to ask, "Is there anything unusual about him this morning, such as the tone of his speech? "

"That... Your Majesty looks a little depressed."

Camillo squatted in the corner of the room alone, curled up into a ball, his closed eyelids trembling slightly, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

It was cold and lonely, as if he had experienced that moment again. He leaned against the tree trunk covered in blood, and opened his eyes. His once most trusted "father" held a knife against his throat with an indifferent expression.

Demon God, kill him...

His breathing was trembling, don't kill me, he raised his head and met those icy eyes like a cold pool, his embarrassed figure was clearly reflected in them, as always, he had no emotion, as if the gentleness in the past was all his. People are dreaming.

——Wei Ya bullied me, and you never helped me!

Don't kill me...Father, don't want me...

The mental pain was like a blade cutting his soul, and every heartbeat touched the bone marrow pain. He tried to wake up, but every time he opened his eyes, he could only see endless darkness and despair.

"Camilo, are you inside?" Kylia's voice came from outside the door.

"Hey, even if you don't make a sound, I know you're inside. Do you think I can't perceive it?"

"Wait...are you crying?"

The next moment, the door was opened from the inside, and Camillo stared at her with a cold face, looking very displeased.

Kylia shrugged: "Hahaha, I'm just kidding."

But he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slightly relaxing his tense muscles, which made people feel a sense of fragility for no reason, "What do you want from me?" He asked.

"It was the meeting you arranged yesterday, okay? You forgot the strategic meeting where the leaders of the Self-Defense Forces, the commander of the royal city, and the chief magician of the royal city gathered?"

Camillo stared at her blankly for a while, then moved his lips, and then picked up his coat and walked out the door as if admitting defeat.He strode down the corridor, throwing his clothes over his shoulders with one hand.

Kiriya chased after her, raised her eyebrows jokingly and said, "If you need help getting dressed, just say so."

Camillo faltered, then quickened his pace, walked all the way to the door of the lord's room, and stopped in front of Jeremy, "Put on my coat for me," he ordered expressionlessly.

Jeremy choked up immediately, but under the man's icy gaze, he hurriedly stretched out his hand, picked up his sleeve and put it into Camillo's barely moving left hand.

Kylia looked at this scene with her arms folded, and asked suspiciously: "Your power can cure dark poison, why can't you cure your arm?"

Camelot turned his back to her and said, "Divine power can heal wounds, but it doesn't mean it can revive residual limbs."

At this time, Jeremy had helped him get dressed, and when he was hesitating whether to smooth out the wrinkles on his chest, Camillo took a step back at the right time and walked up the stairs to the conference room.

He asked impatiently: "I sent someone to send a message to Pella, is she here?"

"Oh~oh, Pera." Kylia walked around in front of him in a bad tone, and met his eyes, "I've looked for it a long time ago, that woman is not in the city at all."

"what?"

"Don't you know, she was the one who betrayed us that day in the forest, and she was the one who stopped me from finding you at all costs!"

Camillo frowned in disbelief: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Kiriya was speechless because of his dullness, "Did you give me a chance to speak? I went to you last night and wanted to talk to you, but in the end, you left alone."

Camillo seemed to be staring at her in embarrassment, and opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

"Camilo, what's going on with you these two days? What are you going to do? Are you going to just lock Zero up like this! Even though it's a bit cowardly, it's still young, okay?"

Camillo lowered his eyes, his dodging eyes were stained with a trace of bewilderment, like a child who has done something wrong, this expression is inexplicably nostalgic, Kylia opened her eyes wide in surprise, and immediately rushed forward to hold it Caught his face, "Ka, it's you, you're back!"

Camillo took a deep breath, as if he was struggling to accept what was going on, and after a while, he forced out a few words: "Let's go to the meeting first."

Standing at the door of the meeting room, his heart was beating nervously. He didn't even know why he organized this meeting, what he was doing...but he clearly remembered what happened, what he said, He remembered every look and movement, all of this was him but not him.

He stared at the door uneasily, and the guards on both sides opened it for him.

The light in the room shone head-on, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. Camillo stood firmly at the door. After a while, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"It seems that everyone is here."

Everyone quickly knelt down on the ground and bowed to him with the highest standard. The leader said: "Your Majesty, there is still Pella in the roster who did not attend."

"Don't worry about her, get up." He held the corner of his mouth, even though there was no smile in his dark pupils.

The commander heaved a sigh of relief, just as he stood up, Anshen came to him like a ghost, resting his chin with cool fingers, and said softly: "By the way, what did you call me just now?"

The commander tensed his body nervously, "...Your Majesty?"

Mianxia is the respectful title that the whole continent treats the gods, so what's wrong with that?

Camillo stared at his nervous look, raised the corners of his mouth in pleasure, but pretended to frown and said, "This is not a good name, it always makes people feel..."

He is a holy and noble god, just like that blond man, who should be aloof, ruthless, and perfect in both appearance and self-cultivation.

"It makes people feel sanctimonious." Camillo smiled wickedly.

The vice-captain of the Self-Defense Force approached flatteringly and asked, "Then what should we call you?"

The slender black callus on the man's throat wriggled along with his Adam's apple, which looked very strange, but it was the source of strength he had longed for all his life. He finally understood that as long as he pleases this man, he can have it even if he is a half-demon. Overcome the power of pure blood.

Camillo walked to the window, with his back to the light, his whole body shrouded in shadow, he opened his lips and said slowly:

"From now on, you will call me king."

"Yes, king." Everyone in the room prostrated themselves on the ground again, except for Kiria, who was sitting at the table with her legs crossed, she was so angry that she couldn't last five minutes... She took out a small Ben, brushed it up and recorded it again.

There is definitely something wrong with Camillo.

However, he is not irrational, and now he is not only clear-headed, but also possesses some kind of magical charisma.

"Attack the mine?" the subordinate asked.

"Yes, the first step is to take down the iron mine on the outskirts of Bendis, liberate all absenteeism, and of course, obtain the source of iron ore."

This means that they have sufficient sources of weapons, and at the same time they can obtain Bendis peacefully. Kylia has never realized the huge chain of interests hidden behind this.

Camillo arranged the affairs inside and outside the royal city in an orderly manner, his analysis and decision-making were orderly, and his behavior was like a leader's demeanor and calmness.

"Oh yeah, one last thing, the church makeover, I like all black."

"But, Wang, didn't you just say you wanted an all-white style last night?"

Camillo touched his chin and said with a smile, "I've changed my mind."

Kylia found that this guy's temper is really not ordinary moody, this point should also be written down, maybe it will be helpful for future treatment...

At this moment, a hand with pale knuckles came over and took away her notebook, "What are you writing?" Camillo's voice lingered above her head.

"!" Kylia reached out to snatch it, but Camillo was much faster than her. Damn, it's amazing to become a god!

dong dong dong.

At this time, a maid just knocked on the door and came in, "Wang, your drink is ready."

Camillo's interest was diverted, and he threw the book back to Kylia with a blank expression, and then took the glass on the maid's tray, and the bright red liquid swayed in the glass.

"What are you drinking?!" Kylia swallowed stiffly, this can't be blood... this can't be blood!

The maid blinked suspiciously, "What's the matter, this is a drink made of honey, rock sugar, watermelon and sweet fruit."

The corner of Kiriya's mouth twitched, this ingredient sounded so sweet, "When did you start to like sweets so much?"

Camillo drank all the liquid in one breath with his head up, and finally licked the red juice from the corner of his mouth slowly with a look of aftertaste. He glanced at Kiria from the corner of his eye, and there were several large characters clearly written in his eyes :"none of your business."

Well...one more addition, sweet tooth.