The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Atmospheric element, bless me."

On the rooftop, joss sticks were lit on the high and low golden cups, ivory offerings were placed on the long table, and the brick floor glowed blue in the hazy sky.

Yuesemona stood in the center of the pentagram imprint on the ground, clasped her palms together, closed her eyes, and lowered her head, reciting an ode that no one could understand.

The candle flickered slightly, and Yuesemona opened her eyes suddenly, "Your Majesty, you are here." The red skirt brushed the ground, she turned around slowly, but was surprised to see another person following Camillo , Amedeo.

Camillo noticed the surprise in her eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? I can't bring someone here yet?"

"Of course not." Yuesemona walked towards him with a gentle and demure demeanor, "My lord, but it's better to tell you this matter alone."

"It doesn't matter, Amedeo is someone I can trust." Camillo said.

Yue Simona glanced at Amedeo, nodded politely, and then turned to Camillo and said, "I have received a letter from Grelin Castle, saying that you are bringing a baby with you. The blood-dissolved daughter of your elder brother and the deceased."

Camillo heard her tone a little strange, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Then may I ask, your elder brother or your old friend, is there a wizard blood?"

"Huh?" Camillo felt that her question was a little unreasonable, and narrowed his eyes impatiently. "It is obvious that neither Matthew nor Blue Bird is a wizard."

Yuesemona frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, she finally parted her red lips, "My lord, why don't you confess, that child is your blood."

Camelot's expression changed suddenly: "What did you say!"

She sighed leisurely: "...I can see with my eyes, that child is a wizard, and he is in the same line as the witch power in your body, and he is the orthodox Solomon bloodline successor."

"..." Amedeo's body trembled slightly, his eyes were terribly dark, and he said word by word, "How can you be sure?"

Yue Simona turned her head to look at him and said with certainty: "If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can ask me to take blood to test the blood relationship between the two of you."

There was an oppressive chill in the air, and Camillo turned around, trying to hold his hand, "May?"

But Amedeo took a step back and turned around mercilessly. The next moment, his whole body glowed with light, and he disappeared under the dazzling light of the teleportation array.

Camelot: "..."

He sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Yuesemona slowly say: "If this is true, Your Majesty must remember that you must not participate in hemolysis again in this life."

Camillo snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "I won't believe anything about being cursed by Hades."

"My king!" Yuesemona suddenly raised her voice, she had never been so strict before, "This is a joke about your life and the future of the northern border!"

"So you won't help me with the second hemolysis?"

"Never do this! Even if you succeed a second time, you will be cursed from hell!"

Camillo stared at Yuesemona's serious and beautiful face, and said in a low voice, "Then what if I order you as a king?"

Yuesemona took a step forward, exposing her fair neck in front of Camillo's eyes, and she resolutely said word by word, "I swear to the death."

Camillo closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and finally said helplessly, "Let Jeremy bring the child for a blood test."

Yuesemona summoned a messenger crow, she wrote a few runes in the air, and then sent the crow into the night sky with a wave of her hand.

After a while, Jeremy received a message and came to the rooftop with the child in his arms, followed by two guards. He ordered the guards to guard the door, and walked up suspiciously: "What blood test? Kiria is not Has it been said that his parents are Matthew and Bluebird?"

Camillo didn't answer, but just took the baby from him. As soon as the child saw Camillo, he smiled happily and called inarticulately, "Daddy."

That curly brown hair is very similar to Matthew, but the eyes are not at all. Although there is a little blue bird shadow, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"King." Yuesemona floated a glass in the center of the pentagram, with a colorless liquid flowing in it, and made an inviting gesture to Camillo, "Please take a drop of blood for you and the child .”

"To draw blood..." Jeremy's expression tightened, and he held the saber at his side vigilantly.

Camillo signaled him to step back, and walked to the center of the pentagram with the child in his arms. He stretched out his hand above the glass, brushed an undercurrent with his fingertips, and a drop of dark blood rolled into the glass.

Seeing this scene, the baby girl suddenly became anxious. She grabbed Camillo's arm in fear and let out a timid cry. Camillo lowered his eyes indifferently, grabbed the child's wrist mercilessly, and Reiatsu cut her fingertips, and under the screaming cry of the child, another drop of bright red blood melted into the liquid.

Jeremy felt distressed immediately, ran up to take the baby girl away, and healed her wound with his unskilled priest healing technique.

Yuesemona slowly raised the wine glass, and chanted a complicated and difficult incantation. The pentagram array under her feet suddenly lit up with purple light, and the liquid in the glass surged rapidly, as if it was about to flow out of the glass. It overflowed, and suddenly turned into a ball of flames with a bang.

Yuesemona stared directly at the flame, carefully reading the information in it.

"It's unbelievable," she exclaimed, "Three-party hemolysis...Three-party hemolysis, this forbidden/book-recorded method, the wizard of the Dragon Clan can actually do this to this extent!"

Camillo frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Yue Simona turned her head to look at him, and said with great certainty: "Wang, there are three parents of this child."

After leaving the rooftop, Amedeo locked himself in the room. He somewhat regretted his impulsiveness at the time, but if this was true, it was absolutely impossible for Camillo to have another child with him.

After a while, a maid knocked on the door outside and said that Wang was holding a blood test ceremony on the rooftop and asked him if he would go.

"Don't go, just tell me the result." He leaned on the sofa, his long eyelashes slightly closed, revealing the master's uneasy mood at the moment.

His brain is in a mess. He didn't stay with Camillo for the sake of the child, but the more he was with that man, the more he desperately needed some kind of close bond to witness the bond between him and Camillo. emotion.

He doesn't have any hope for marriage, because although same-sex love/things are not uncommon in the devil world, same-sex marriage is not on the stage at all, let alone a distinguished emperor.

Amedeo had already decided that he would not marry Camillo, so their children became his only hope.

In this way, he is the patron saint of the empire, standing sideways behind the king for a long time, and in private, he can raise their children...

About half an hour later, the maid knocked on the door and said softly, "Your Majesty, the result has already been reached. The little princess is the king's own child."

Amedeo's world was instantly quiet, as if a beautiful bubble he had longed for had burst in an instant.

After a while, Camillo's voice sounded outside the door: "You step back first."

"Yes." The maid bowed, turned and left, followed by several guards.

Camillo was the only one left outside the door. He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when suddenly a pale golden light rose from the corner of the wall and gradually covered it upwards, completely covering the door in just an instant.

Camillo has seen this situation several times... enchantment.

The moment his hand just touched the barrier, a burst of lightning exploded, "Hiss—" Camillo quickly withdrew his hand, the knuckles were already burned red, and the dark element quickly enveloped the back of his hand. The ability to heal itself, but it cannot heal the wounds caused by his god in a short time.

Camelot's expression darkened immediately, and his displeasure spread undisguisedly.

Amedeo also felt the touch of the dark god at that moment. He quickly stood up from the sofa and walked quickly to the door, but when he was about to open the door, his hand was hanging in front of the doorknob.

"..." He tried his best to keep calm, but he couldn't hide his nervousness, "Ka..."

He was about to continue, but he heard clear footsteps coming from outside the door, and they were getting farther and farther away.

Early in the morning, Jeremy saw that the back of Camelot's hand was covered with dark elements, which was pitch-black. He was startled immediately, "Wang, is your hand injured?"

Camillo squinted his eyes indifferently, and glanced across Jeremy's face calmly, confirming that the kid really didn't know anything, and then said "um" casually, and asked again:

"Where is that child? Are you awake?"

Jeremy was slightly taken aback, why Wang suddenly became interested in that child, he replied honestly: "The child woke up very early, and the wet nurse has already carried her to nurse her."

Camillo nodded, got up and put on his coat, pushed the door and went out, "Lead the way, go and have a look."

"Eh? Yes." Jeremy chased after him unresponsively. He finally remembered what happened last night. By the way, the baby girl is related to Camelot by blood, and now she is a legitimate little princess!He secretly looked up at Camillo's back, that man's stern and upright figure seemed to be shrouded in the glory of his father.

Camillo suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at him with some displeasure: "What are you dawdling about, just let me lead the way."

When the two finally reached the baby room, the nurse had already coaxed the baby for a while and played with her in the cradle. When she saw Camillo, she quickly got up and saluted, "My king."

Camillo walked slowly to the edge of the cradle, looking down at the baby girl who was hugging the plush toy, his expression softened rarely.Ever since he knew that the child was his heir, his heart seemed to be touched and changed quietly. He kept thinking about the child's face all night, imagining what the child would look like when he grew up, and how There are concerns about how he will raise this child.

The child opened his eyes and saw Camillo, and opened his hands happily, not even wanting the toys in his hands, and babbling.

The nurse smiled softly and said, "Wang, the child wants to be hugged by you."

Camillo hesitated for a moment, but still hugged the child into his arms. The child leaned against his chest. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw the black on the back of Camillo's hand. She blinked and stretched out her hand curiously. touch.

"Don't move around." Camelot wanted to stop her, but then a miraculous scene appeared. Where her hands touched, the dark elements gradually receded, revealing intact skin.

Jeremy was dumbfounded: "...healing?"

"This is not the treatment used by priests." Camillo could clearly feel the difference. The child did not take away the divine power from him, but injected some kind of external power inward, "There was once an old man I've been healed in this way too, so I'm pretty sure it's witchcraft."

Yuesemona is right, this child is a wizard, a rare hybrid descendant of the Dragon Clan.

He frowned, and put the child in the cradle again. The child began to babble and cry, clutching his fingertips reluctantly, but Camillo still withdrew his hand, turned and walked out of the room.

"Director, prepare refreshments."

"Huh? But it's not time for afternoon tea yet." Jeremy said in a daze.

Camillo stopped, his dark eyes glanced over coldly, Jeremy tensed up subconsciously, and hurried to make arrangements. After a while, the restaurant was ready, and all kinds of cakes and desserts were piled up on the long table. There was a cloying sweet smell in the whole room.

Camillo waved his hand, causing everyone to retreat, leaving him alone in the empty restaurant.

He forked a small piece of cheesecake into his mouth with a blank expression. The sweet and soft cheese spread in his mouth, finally satisfying his taste buds for a moment.

He lifted the silver fork again. He needed more sugar to calm himself down and think about what to do next.

"Aren't you tired of eating like this?" A familiar voice said calmly behind him.

Camillo looked back, and saw a slender figure standing at the window with his back to the light, and it really was Amedeo.

He narrowed his eyes lazily, and a malicious light flashed in his eyes. He walked towards Amedeo, suddenly grabbed his waist, and pulled him to him unexpectedly. A very tight, solid arm that leaves Amedeo with no way out.

Camillo smiled softly, and immediately kissed her, with an urgent and passionate breath, and his movements were rough, as if he wanted to rub this into his body.

Amedeo frowned, but closed his eyes meekly, and touched his lips.

After the long kiss, Camillo licked his lips contentedly, looked into those blue eyes covered with water, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Amedeo's Adam's apple slipped, unable to answer this question, he hesitated for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "What happened last night..."

Camillo kissed him lightly again, interrupting his words, he said leisurely:

"I've thought about it. Since this child is mine, she will be the princess of the northern border. With a princess, there must be a queen."