The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The priest's hand caressed his face.

"Open your eyes, my king."

The eyelids slowly opened, his eyes were filled with brilliant golden color, the priest took off the satin covering his body, revealing his fair skin, just like a pampered royal child.

"Wang, as you can see, the body of the puppet is a complete copy of the original owner, and it will never be recognized at the ball."

Kuran's unpopular puppet craftsmanship is really exquisite. Camillo stared at the slender and soft man in the mirror in surprise. He lowered his hand and stretched out his left hand. He almost forgot this feeling. Under the control of God's consciousness, , he regained the ability to control his left hand.

"Your consciousness has entered the inside of the puppet, and you can use the divine power Reimatsu as usual, but the power is only a quarter of the original body. I wish you all the best in the capital."

He stared at the man in the mirror, raised his hand, and covered his face with a black mask.

Capital, he is finally here.

The ball was held in a luxurious palace, and the attendants bowed deeply to Camillo reverently: "My lord priest, please follow me."

No one had ever witnessed the honor of this young priest. Seeing his noble silver hair and golden eyes at this moment, everyone believed that a demon with such a noble blood must be qualified for the position of chief priest.

...that's weird.

Because Kuran has been isolated from the surroundings for a long time, the news of defection has not yet spread to the capital. Although it will happen sooner or later, at least for now, everyone still believes that Kuran is calm.

Even the Demon King was no exception. Wei Ya's figure appeared in the courtyard, but he looked very impatient, and walked over in a hurry without even looking at them.

It was too late for everyone to kneel and worship, His Majesty had already stepped into the gate of the palace, but everyone still fell on the ground devoutly, only Camillo was still standing upright, and he smiled faintly: "Sorry, I reacted more quickly. slow."

With that gentle smile, it seems that any sin can be forgiven.Everyone sighed with emotion, as expected, the priest is too pure.

When the bell of the ball rang and everyone dressed up to enter the venue, Camillo let the lady beside him go in front first. He was educated by the nobles of the demon race since he was a child, and there were no mistakes in etiquette, but his alienated posture made the other party just He suppressed the invitation from his mouth again.

At this time, Wei Ya walked back and forth in the room violently: "Are you kidding, the business has not been dealt with yet, why should I come to this ridiculous dance?"

Crops followed behind, and said slowly: "All the ladies of the royal family will attend this ball. Your Majesty has come of age. It's time to choose a suitable queen at the ball."

"I said I'm not interested!" Wei Ya yelled, but he knew it wouldn't work, so he calmed down a bit, "Go and inform Amedeo, unless he also attends, I won't go to the ball!"

Kerops then asked the Demon God for instructions: "Your Majesty is young, I hope that the candidate for the Queen can be personally seen by His Majesty, and be blessed by God."

Speaking of this, if you don't go, it seems that you have lost favor with the Demon Realm.

After careful consideration, Amedeo still attended the ball. In order to avoid his identity from being too eye-catching, he put on a feather mask that almost covered his whole face, and sat quietly in the corner of the ball, waiting for the hustle and bustle to end .But his gaze was uncontrollably attracted to a silver-haired nobleman, as if possessed by a demon.

There were countless silver-haired nobles present, except for the man standing on the hanging ladder, whose demeanor was inexplicably familiar to him. Looking down on the dance floor, the indifferent temperament made Amedeo feel very strange.

"Who is he?"

"Your Majesty, that is Kuran's chief priest."

During the conversation, the silver-haired man came up to him: "Can I invite you to dance?"

The corners of the lips under the black mask were slightly curved, revealing a smile that made people unable to take their eyes off. The other party took another step forward, narrowing the distance between the two:

"is it okay?"

The attendant around him wanted to warn the other party, but Amedeo stopped him. He believed that the man made such an almost offensive request because he didn't recognize his identity, but he still nodded involuntarily, but the next One sentence really made him stunned.

"Can I dance male step?"

In other words, Amedeo is asked to dance the female step.

"Sorry, I hurt my left abdomen, so I can't do the women's step."

This reason is so perfect that no well-educated person can refuse, especially someone like Amedeo. Camillo managed to raise the corners of his lips, and put his arms around the opponent's waist, almost domineering him Pulled to the side.

The moment the two made physical contact, Amedeo woke up instantly.

It's divine power!

The two forces that also came from Shenting resonated and reacted, and from the corrosive properties of that force, the identity of the other party could be immediately judged—Dark God.

"Miss me, May?" Camillo leaned closer and whispered.

How could it be him? !Amedeo stared at the silver-haired man in shock.

After that incident, he never saw Camelot again. The only information about him was the news that Aerys had fallen. He couldn't wait to take off Camelot's mask and see what he looks like now...

"I miss you day and night, especially the day you are about to kill me."

The cold and bone-chilling tone made his hands freeze in the air. He thought that Camillo would not hate him. After all, the child was innocent and kind, and everything would pass if he was coaxed. But he was wrong, because the person in front of him was secretly god.The god who controls the negativity of the world and breeds power from the darkness will not have any kindness, the whole world thinks so.

"What are you doing here?" Amedeo gritted his teeth and asked.

It's really disappointing, so long time no see, the first sentence is such an unwelcome greeting.

Camillo deliberately pulled him into a posture of lowering his waist, and the lead dance was in the hands of the other party. Amedeo could only follow his movements and lie in his arms. Camillo bent down, as if kissing Stick to him and say:

"Who knows, maybe it's just to inquire about information, or to see who doesn't like it, so I just kill it."

After speaking, he pulled Amedeo up again and led him to spin and dance.The combination of the two of them has a subtle sense of contradiction, because Amedeo is very slender, even if Camillo stands here, he will be two inches shorter than him, and this delicate man has never practiced martial arts His lord priest is a whole head shorter than his partner, but even so, he still dances in men's steps.

Amedeo could feel the surprise and speculative gazes from the people around him.

Camillo pulled him closer, leaned on his chest deliberately and said, "Are you shy, Lord Demon God?"

The other party took a deep breath, and every deep utterance was transmitted through the vibration of the chest: "You should be taller, this is not your body."

"Hmm~ Maybe I just bent over someone randomly."

"Don't make trouble!"

"Ah...here it comes again," the golden eyes narrowed, revealing a cold expression of displeasure, "It's this kind of elder tone again, I have already said that you are not my father, you need to do this to get rid of this This habit, do you want me to teach you personally?"

He wanted to say more, but the dance music was coming to an end at this moment. He circled Amedeo with his arms around him, let go of the hand on the other's waist, put one hand behind his back, bent over and bowed present.But his right hand still holds Amedeo's hand, which shows that he has no intention of changing his partner.

At this time, there was a voice of gnashing teeth from the side: "Can you dance with me?"

The tone was so familiar, Camillo raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look, and it was really Weiya's face, he was the only one in the audience without a mask.

"Are you talking about me?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Wei Ya's face was gloomy, and he was anxious. He finally got rid of a bunch of women and wanted to talk to the Demon God, but Amedeo actually danced with another man.He would like to see what kind of person has such a charm to hook up with this noble god.

Camillo smiled with great interest, and let go of Amedeo, ready to step forward to accept the invitation.

But he was pulled back by Amedeo, and the man behind him said coldly: "Your Majesty, your purpose this time is to choose a queen, and he is a man."

Wei Ya retorted without changing his face: "Can't the queen be a man?"

Camillo was stunned for three seconds, his smile froze on his face, damn it, he finally realized why he couldn't quarrel with Wei Ya since he was a child.

"No." Amedeo must not allow Camillo to approach His Majesty, it is too dangerous, "I have something to discuss with this priest."

After speaking, he decisively pulled Camillo out of the dance floor.

Wei Ya watched them leave coldly, his fingertips pierced his palms, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly.The Demon God has never, never taken the initiative to hold his hand. The Demon God is always noble and inviolable in his heart. Why can this man dance with him? How can a mere priest be better than him!

bitch!

However, the priests of the devil world originally belonged to their gods, from body to soul, even the devil king has no reason to rob people.

Camillo saw Wei Ya leaving angrily from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help feeling much happier, but he soon realized that Amedeo's move was purely to monitor him.

No matter where he went, whoever he talked to, this person never left his side for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Amedeo interrupted his conversation with an official, and pulled him away directly. The official recognized the voice of Majesty the Demon God, and immediately stepped aside in fright.

It is agreed to contact the powerful, inquire about information, and obtain secrets!

Every time I turned around, it was the same figure, the same expression, like an iceberg blocking my face.

Knowing why he should provoke him, Camillo reluctantly stuffed No. 12 small cakes into his mouth. Finally, Amedeo couldn't stand it anymore: "I remember you don't like sweets."

Camelot glanced at him sideways, and said vaguely: "Because I'm not Camillo, I have nothing to do with the person you know, so can you step aside, I want to go to the toilet alone."

"No," he paused, then changed his words again, "you can go, but I will follow."

Camillo was very angry, but now he couldn't beat Amedeo. He picked up the rum next to him and took a sip. The stimulation of alcohol made his esophagus retch.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Amedeo supported him, "Are you okay?"

Camillo grabbed his throat tightly, and at this moment he only had one sentence in his heart:

I [beep] [beep] [beep] [beep], this body is actually allergic to alcohol! ! !