The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

As if feeling the morning light, Amedeo slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his side lightly, but did not see the figure of the man, he frowned, and stood up from the bed with great effort.

At this time, he heard two movements from one side of the room, and turned his head to see that Camillo was dressed in black and was sitting on a chair at the desk with his back facing him.

Amedeo showed a smile unconsciously, and he pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What's so interesting about that wall?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized how hoarse his voice was, as unpleasant as sandpaper rubbing. After all, he hadn't drank water in the past three days.

Camillo quickly glanced sideways, but still didn't look directly at him. He hesitated for a while before saying, "There's soup on the table."

It was originally a line that was thought out hard, but when it came time to perform it on the spot, the last few words were still stuck in the throat, and the tone sounded a little stiff, not so much caring for the patient, but more like dismissing people impatiently.

Amedeo looked at the bedside table in confusion, and saw a small bowl next to the candle lamp. He brought the bowl over with magic, lifted the cover, and inside was boiled red date soup with some added flavors. Common medicinal materials, he knew that his room was connected to a small kitchen, and there were not many stored ingredients, and he didn't know where Camelot dug out the medicinal materials.

A faint smile floated around his mouth, he picked up the spoon and took a sip. At the moment of entrance, his smile froze a little, and he felt a thick sweetness spread in his mouth, like a mouth full of sugar Block, so sweet.

"..." Amedeo frowned, but still swallowed the sugar water.

But Camillo turned around and strode over, snatched the soup bowl from his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Just tell me if it tastes bad!"

Amedeo looked up to meet his gaze, a corner of his heart was slightly touched, and he sighed softly, "You like sweets very much now."

"...It's very, very strange."

"That's not true," Amedeo lowered his eyes and shook his head. "It's been so many years since I've seen you. Your preferences have changed so much that I realize I don't know it at all."

Camillo would have misunderstood what he meant. He frowned in displeasure, and said with a frosty face, "I know you don't like sweets, so I've reduced the amount of sugar!"

The other party raised his phoenix eyes and glanced at him, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, no longer the indifference in front of outsiders, but smiled lightly: "It's because I have a weak taste."

Having said all this, Camillo's face finally eased a little, and he turned around to pour a glass of water and hand it over.Amedeo thanked him, drank a glass of warm water, and finally diluted the sweetness in his mouth, and he licked his chapped lips with some insatiable desire.

Camillo lowered his eyes slightly, glanced across his lips without showing any traces, turned around and poured him a glass of water, stood by the bed until he finished drinking, and then said in a cold voice: "During the estrus period I'm out of control..."

Amedeo looked up at him, but the other party stopped abruptly after half a sentence, without further words.

The air pressure around Camillo sank again, and he couldn't be more angry. After finally waiting for a chance to speak properly, he unexpectedly omitted the following words automatically.

"Camilo." Amedeo's voice was pleasant, soothing and elegant, but at this time it was slightly hoarse and very soft.

Under the hot gaze of the other party, Camillo tensed up subconsciously, and a trace of bewilderment and panic flashed in his eyes.Although he still has a cold face on the surface, Amedeo feels that Camillo is like a child who has done something wrong, nervous and cramped, making people want to rub his head to comfort him.

But in fact, he really pulled Camillo to him, and stretched out his hand to rub the man's soft black hair, "You are born with a strong animal nature, and it is beyond your control when you are in estrus. I can understand that." .”

Camillo stared at him blankly for one second, two seconds, and then he became angry: "Don't treat me as..."

In the middle of speaking, his tone suddenly became awkward and ashamed: "Being a child."

I don't know if it's because of nervousness or anger. The person in front of him has indeed changed his temperament. Although it only happened in an instant, he is obviously less hostile and more soft.

Amedeo frowned slightly, he raised his fair and slender fingers to touch Camillo's face, his ice blue phoenix eyes narrowed with interest, and he looked at Camillo carefully, "I really I missed a lot of things about you."

Camilo's face turned red, and he couldn't help grabbing his hand. The two stared at each other for a while. He looked away embarrassedly, and changed the subject: "Does the injury on your back still hurt?"

Before Amedeo could open his mouth, he had already leaned over to look at the wound, and he saw that some black had accumulated in the wound, and his usual attacks would infiltrate dark elements unconsciously, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier." He frowned distressedly, quickly absorbed the dark elements, and took the medicine box to help him treat the wound.

Amedeo asked casually, "Where did you find the medicine box?"

"In the cabinet," Camelot paused, his voice slightly embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I picked the lock."

After a while, he had already applied ointment to Amedeo's exposed wound, and the only one left... seemed a bit unspeakable.

Amedeo took the ointment in his hand without changing his expression, "I'll do it myself."

"...Hmm." Camillo's cheeks were slightly hot, and he turned around out of politeness.

The sound of lifting the quilt came from behind. Amedeo endured the pain and used his fingers to send the ointment in, but because he couldn't see the wound, it was somewhat inconvenient to do it by himself, so he couldn't help letting out a few muffled groans.

Listening to the sound, he knew that he was seriously injured. Camillo's eyebrows frowned more and more, and finally turned around uncontrollably, pushed the man down on the bed, grabbed the ointment, and said coldly, "Let me do it."

Surprised by his strength, Amedeo fell unsteadily on the bed. This time he noticed the sudden change of Camillo's mood, and couldn't help chuckling: "Can you stop changing so quickly?"

Camillo glared at him coldly, lowered his head and applied the ointment. How did he know what was going on? Usually, his personality would not change for several months, but in front of this person, his emotions fluctuated wildly and were uncontrollable at all. .

"Where's the Fiona?" he asked.

Amedeo's face turned cold, and he said angrily, "What is the relationship between you?"

"Relationship?" Camillo smiled jokingly, and the indifference in his eyes was clearly visible, "That woman is a believer in the God of Light, and she hates that I'm going to the sky. What kind of relationship can we have?"

Amedeo quickly glanced at Camillo's hand, but did not see the shadow of the ring. The chill covered in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his voice softened a lot: "She was taken away by Yimil."

"Can you take people away from your enchantment?" Camillo shook his head and laughed, apparently not believing it. "What about the girl he's carrying?"

Amedeo didn't argue with him, he just took a comfortable position and lay down on the bed, and said unhurriedly: "The girl next to Yimil is his trump card, Lilith is a witch with special abilities, Her witchcraft is connected to the core of the earth—Gaia, that is to say, she can mobilize Gaia's power, but only if she abides by a set of rule system."

Camillo looked up and asked, "Game point?"

"Hmm... Take it easy. Lilith herself doesn't know how to name this set of rules. These terms were also thought up by Yimil for her, and they are easier for children to understand. Her power is roughly divided into Four parts, request, request, transaction and wish. 'Request' refers to a non-mandatory task, which can be ignored, and a small amount of points can be obtained if it is completed, but for those who accept the task for the first time, the points will be Double."

Amedeo paused, frowned and endured the pain of the wound being stretched, and lowered his voice: "In addition...'requirements' are mandatory, once you hear Lilith's request, if you can't complete it, you will die immediately , but some of the 'requirements' themselves lead to death, so this is tantamount to a dead end."

"The safest way to obtain points is to 'trade', reach an agreement with other people who have points, Lilith will trade the points as currency, and the power of Gaia will supervise the fulfillment of the agreement between the two parties."

"The last and most incredible power of hers is making wishes. At the cost of recovering points, Lilith can fulfill other people's wishes. Whether it's killing people to seize power or getting rich overnight, Gaia's power seems to be omnipotent. "

Camillo raised the corner of his mouth and keenly guessed some clues: "So you made a deal with Yimil?"

Amedeo watched Camillo's expression carefully, and didn't notice any negative emotions, so he continued cautiously: "Since Yimil has come to the Demon Realm, having points is the best way to restrain him."

"Oh, instead of worrying about him," Camillo pulled his hand out suddenly, causing Amedeo to gasp. He wiped his hands with a towel with a smile, and looked down at the person on the bed, "My army I'm afraid it's approaching the capital at this moment, aren't you worried?"

Amedeo narrowed his eyes, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified: "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

"Do not……"

In the middle of speaking, Amedeo suddenly grabbed Camillo's waist and pushed him down on the bed with all his strength. Camillo's expression changed drastically, and when he was about to attack, Amedeo bent down Kissed his lips.

If mood swings are the reason for the personality change, shock should also be considered a way.

He noticed that the person under him suddenly relaxed his tense body, letting go of his guard like a ferocious beast, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a pair of watery eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

"Can we talk now?" Amedeo said slowly.

"……Um."

Amedeo pressed on him, his voice was low and hoarse: "Wei Ya is not in the capital, he is in Roja City, where there is a royal garden, I took you there when I was a child, remember?"

Camillo was stunned: "Why, tell me?"

"The devil's restraint no longer affects me." Amedeo said softly.

"what?"

"I don't know the specific reason," he grabbed Camillo's hand, and sprayed his hot breath on the side of his neck, "but I really want to see who the real king who is destined to be. "

Two days later, Kylia received a piece of information, and immediately ordered the entire army to move southward, heading towards Roya City.

At this time, a man rode his horse into the barracks. He had gray hair and was wearing armor. His sharp eyes like a blade swept across the audience, but no one dared to show his weapon to him, because he was Duke Williams.

Since the marriage, he has acquired more identities. Who would dare to do anything to Wang's father-in-law?

The Duke was riding on a tall unicorn, and his rigid face was silent and terrifying: "Let Camillo come out for me!"

"The Camilos haven't come back yet." Kylia lazily replied as she sat on the pile of grain and grass with her legs crossed and a straw in her mouth.

The Duke squinted his sharp eyes, and a domineering spirit spread out, "Very well, I kept Fiona's kidnapping from me, and Camillo is nowhere to be found now. Is this to break with our alliance?" !"

Kylia's smile froze, and she jumped off the haystack tactfully, "Why, someone must have sent you the news about Fiona, it's just a delay..."

The Duke didn't believe her words, turned off his horse with a cold face, strode into the tent, and threatened: "If I sign the warrant of breaking up, Kylia, how many soldiers, horses, food and grass do you have now!"

"Hey——" Kiriya hurriedly chased after her, flattering the old father-in-law: "Now that our army's victory is in sight, and your reputation is spreading throughout the empire, you can't withdraw at this time, let alone Fei Oona is not in Wei Ya's hands either..."

The Duke's hand holding the pen stopped suddenly, and he raised his eyes and asked her, "Where is my daughter?"

"Don't be so impulsive," Kylia leaned over with a smile, pulled out the quill from the Duke's hand, and broke it with a very friendly "snap", "This is a military secret. Fiona was captured by the God of Light in the heavens. Let's go, isn't my family Ka trying to save people?"

"Fart," the Duke yelled, "Fiona was kidnapped by the Demon God, don't I know that!"

"Uh... what happened here is complicated..."

"Hmph, no matter what, I want to see Camillo himself, otherwise the army will never even think about advancing!"

Kiria only had the words "fuck" in her mind, how could she know where the Camelots were.

The Duke continued angrily, "I won't see him within three days, the army..."

At this time, a deafening dragon roar came from outside, the ground shook, and then a fierce wind slashed down, the sharp claws tore the tent directly, and the dazzling light shot down obliquely from the sky, and then it was covered. In a shadow, the fairy dragon squinted its sharp eyes, staring down at Duke Williams.

It was the first time for Kiriya to feel that this little guy was so reliable, she burst out laughing: "Zero is very sensitive to the master's name, you'd better not yell the king's name like that, otherwise it will do something I can't even control it."

The Duke's face was pale, and he hurriedly took out a magic staff that he carried with him to defend himself, but all the magic energy around him was forced away by the dragon's breath, and he couldn't gather any magic elements at all.

"Why is the Duke so eager to see me?" Camillo's voice suddenly sounded from above.

Zero took two steps back and lowered his head. Camillo was sitting cross-legged on the dragon's head. His back was facing the sun, and the dazzling light made it hard to look directly at.

The Duke was taken aback: "When did you come back?"

Camillo raised his jaw and looked down at him. His long black hair was draped lazily, and his voice was casual but majestic: "Just now."

The Duke was furious at his contemptuous attitude, but his face remained calm: "Where is Fiona, did you come back with you?"

Camillo's eyes flickered, and with a hint of condescending arrogance, he said leisurely: "The Duke and I are important allies, and the marriage is just a means. Besides, it was an accident that Fiona was taken away by the God of Light. This kind of crisis created gaps, affecting the momentum of the army. If the Duke is not assured of my sincerity, there is someone from the Williams family beside me. If I marry him, will the Duke be satisfied?"

In the end, his tone was a bit joking, so others naturally didn't take it seriously.

Camillo touched the dragon's head and obediently lowered the dragon wings on both sides. Only then did Kylia and the Duke see a majestic and handsome man sitting on the dragon's back, with powerful and compelling divine power all over him.

"Amedeo!" Kiriya's eyes turned serious, and she put her hand on the handle of the knife.

Camelot stopped her: "He's not an enemy."

The author has something to say: she is my daughter-in-law -0-