The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The black night is covered with fine stars, the room is quiet, the lace curtains are dragging on the floor, only a light yellow candle lamp is flickering, illuminating the small pink room.

There was a small figure lying on the cradle bed. She turned lazily and gradually woke up from her sleep. The child sat up from the bed and stretched out her little paws to grab the children's ornaments on the cradle, but what? It was almost there, and she was so anxious that she babbled and cried, crying louder and louder.

The nurse hurried over from the side room: "What's the matter, Your Highness, don't cry, don't cry." She took the baby out of the crib, rocked it in her arms, but the baby kept crying.

The serving maids also came, and one of the maids shook a quill to the child. The child was stunned for a moment, his brown eyes flickering slightly, and suddenly he tightly grasped the quill, showing a sweet smile.

"So cute." The maid took the opportunity to touch her face.

After getting along for a few days, the girl serving here has gradually figured out the temperament of the little princess. She likes His Majesty more than anything else. As long as it is an item used by the king, the child can recognize the smell on it, so what kind of quill pen, Cuff buttons, belts, everything can be used to coax her.

The nurse put the little princess on the cushion, wiped off her tears with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Your highness is so pretty, and I don't know what that queen looks like. She's been everywhere these days." Talk about it."

A maid guessed: "Your Highness has brown curly hair, and my mother must be from an upper class person. She must be either blond or brown."

Another maid glanced at her, cleared her throat, and said, "Maybe not. Her highness is fair-skinned, and she doesn't look like a demon. Maybe my mother is from the dragon or from the heavens."

A young girl chuckled: "There are also fair-skinned demons, for example... Your Majesty the Demon God."

The nurse gave her a push, and said with frowned: "What are you talking about, you dare to make jokes about that lord."

The little princess couldn't understand the Mozu language they spoke, so she just sat on the soft cushion and waved the quill in her hand. After playing for a while, she gradually became a little bored, hung her head listlessly, and called softly: "Dad Compare."

The nurse quickly turned around and picked her up, patted her on the back, and coaxed: "Your Majesty is busy with work, so I will come to see you when I have time."

The end of the pen quickly slid across the paper, and then closed the pen at the end. Camillo glanced up and down, then sealed the king's seal, put the stack of letter papers into the envelope, and dripped red wax to seal it.

This important matter was finally done, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "This letter will be sent to Duke Williams tomorrow, and he will arrange for a reasonable queen to answer me, just choose a name from the Williams family It’s okay to be a suitable distant relative.”

After finishing speaking, he glanced up at the blond woman on the bench, wearing only a satin veil dress, holding a document in one hand, the other on her knee, her long legs staggered comfortably, revealing a faint whiteness The skin is indescribably sexy.

Camillo blushed suddenly, and stammered, "In this way... In this way, he will become a legitimate duke of the royal family."

Amedeo looked down at the paperwork in his hand, expressionless: "Do you still have time to get distracted? Don't forget that you still have half of the paperwork to be approved."

"Uh, I'll start reading right now. First of all, it's...the text of the meeting to form the cabinet." Camillo hurriedly flipped through the outline, and a lot of obscure words came into view. He couldn't help frowning and muttering softly. Said, "You can't wait to see it later."

Amedeo glanced at him casually, ignored his complaints, but got up and pulled the silk thread on the wall. The maid downstairs heard the bell and hurried up to prepare hot water for bathing. They came in and out through the side door , unless His Majesty speaks, they will never come into the study.

After the maids left, Amedeo walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and sat in the steaming tub.

He gradually closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly heard two sounds from outside the screen. Amedeo pursed his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty the Demon King still wants to wash with me?"

Camillo poked his head out from behind the screen, and said embarrassingly, "I... I'm asking if you want me to help you with your clothes?"

Amedeo stood up from the water with a splash, and put on a white bath towel, "Bring the towel on the shelf, I want to dry my hair."

As expected, Camillo obediently went over and took the towel, then bent down, pulled the long hair on the side of his neck, and wiped it slowly with the towel.

He tried his best to keep his gaze from drifting down, but when he thought of the touch in the morning, dark selfish desires surged quietly, and his fingers couldn't help touching Amedeo's chest.

Amedeo turned around immediately, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and immediately pressed him against the wall, his eyes narrowed into a sharp arc, "What do you want to do?"

In an instant, that voice seemed to have turned into a man's deep and magnetic voice.

Camillo subconsciously entered a defensive posture, dark elements appeared around his body, and the dark side in the depths of his soul quickly awakened.

When the black smoke dissipated, Camillo lazily looked up at Amedeo, and sighed, "Hey, it was almost there, but he turned into a man again."

Amedeo put his arm on his shoulder, looked at him condescendingly, and said word by word: "For you, I have to guard against it."

Camillo raised his chin slightly. This action made him and Amedeo almost look at each other. He licked the corner of his lips: "Heh~ I still like you when I like women."

Amedeo looked away and said coldly, "Then you go find a real woman."

As soon as he turned around, he was surrounded by Camillo in the next second, and he turned back and pressed against the wall, and then pressed him with an urgent kiss.

Originally, Amedeo was only wearing a bath towel, and after such a toss, the only remaining bath towel fell to the ground. He struggled to push away Camillo's hand, and at the same time, his thigh was lifted by the other party. stand up……

Amedeo had already been overwhelmed by his sexual transformation, so he could only lean on Camillo. This time, Camillo treated him very gently, and carried him into the bedroom after the end, and turned back to the study to continue. At work, when Amedeo dressed and walked into the study, half of the documents stacked on the desk had been reduced.

He couldn't believe such efficiency. He picked up a few documents and looked at them. The handwriting was beautiful and well organized, which was more than a little better than the level just now.

Camillo was so busy that he didn't have time to get up, he just took a few copies from the bottom of the file and handed them to Amedeo: "You can take a look at this report."

"what are these?"

"The itinerary, route, and officials of the parade."

Amedeo narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously: "Is it really good for you to leave this kind of matter to an outsider like me?"

"Outsiders?" Camillo looked up at him, with a haughty smile on his lips, "When I rebelled, I never thought that I would have to deal with so many government affairs every day. You, Your Majesty the Demon God, shouldn’t you give me some substantial rewards?”

Amedeo replied with a half-smile: "Yes, my king."

Camillo quickly processed all the documents, and finally he wrote the last edict, concerning the name of the little princess.

Her Royal Highness will be named Maya, which means the brilliance of the moon. He will never forget the scene of the dragon valley being full of moonlight, the surface of Yapo Lake shimmering, and the girl breaking her shell in his hands.

After everything was dealt with, it was already late at night, and Camillo walked into the child's bedroom alone again. He helped her cover the blanket and stared at the child's sleeping face for a while before leaving.

Half a month later, the military parade began, and solemn music was played in the palace.

Tens of thousands of people rushed to the outside of the palace, wanting to see the king's honor, but the military parade was solemn and solemn, and only a few invited city lords, nobles and senior military officers were lucky enough to participate.

The cavalry team slowly came out of the magnificent and solemn palace and marched along the avenue outside the palace. Four knights wore red cloaks and silver helmets, and rode at the front on horses to escort His Majesty the Demon King.

Camillo's mount is a unicorn in black armor, and Amedeo rides on the horse and follows closely behind him, followed by cavalry and ritual music teams, all wearing velvet red robes and inner Black knight dress.

The crowd in the distance burst into cheers for the king, and Camillo nodded slightly to greet the crowd.

The team gradually marched to the military square, and Jeremy led the troops to stand in front of the formation. At his command, all the soldiers saluted Camelot in unison.

After the cumbersome and old military parade, Camelot will lead the army to leave Vaudley King City. Originally, he didn't want to bring the army back to Aerys with great fanfare, but in order to inspire the people along the way and expand the number of believers, they also had to do it.

Fiona will stay in Wadleley King City for the time being, of course, because she wants to concentrate on her tailoring skills, but Jeremy doesn't understand, "It is said that the queen is from the Williams family, but even if she is a distant relative of your family, she can't understand. You don’t need to do it yourself.”

Fiona laughed and said, "That distant relative has an unusual relationship with me."

"Can't you just tell me who the queen is?"

Fiona glanced at Amedeo secretly: "Hmm~ You'll know when you get to Iris."

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