before he was crowned king

In the early morning, Sean opened his eyes, and there was a vague humming sound in the room.He turned his head to one side, the man was lazily leaning on his seat, his long hair was flowing down like a golden waterfall, there was a pink donut he bought yesterday on the table, and a steaming donut patterned ceramic mug.

"Helaire." Sean was slightly dazed.

"You're awake, human." Herrell seemed to be in a good mood, the knife and fork in his hand divided the donuts evenly, and he continued to hum the old tune.

This is a very theological song, and Sean has heard it sung by children adopted by the church. The lyrics are adapted from the canon manuscripts collected in the cathedral library. It is said that an ancient spell is recorded in it, which is the gods It was the first time to come to the world to sing for people to get rid of endless diseases.

"Bone to bone, blood to blood, all wounds can be joined together, Gods of Light, tell me." Herrell raised his eyebrows and stuffed a small piece of donut into his mouth.

"What you just recited was the spell that the God of Light blesses the world?" Sean got up from the bed.

"Perhaps. It's all superficial anyway. As long as he wants to, even saying 'one donut per person' will have the same effect." Herrell shrugged.

"You look like a human today." Sean straightened his neckline in the mirror, "Did you recover some strength during this time?"

"Probably." Herrell's answer was ambiguous, "but a cat's taste buds are really an insult to sweets."

"Cats can't taste sweetness?" Sean froze his hands.

"Cats are insensitive to sweet tastes."

"Then you still want to eat?"

"My love for sweets is not as superficial as you think." Herrell's voice was full of enjoyment, "Sweets are the art of gathering happiness into shape."

"Indeed, art can only be appreciated by those who understand it." Sean put on his black school uniform and picked up the books he had sorted out last night. "I'm going to class."

"Remember to bring a fruit tart." Herrera turned her back and stirred the black tea in her hand.

"There's no fruit tart in the college cafeteria," Sheehan said.

"The silver-haired kid ate it yesterday." Herrell said quietly, "I saw it, there are strawberries and blueberries on it."

Sean froze for a moment. If he didn't misunderstand the silver-haired boy in Herrell's mouth, he should be referring to His Royal Highness Mars.

"You were in the study at that time?" Sean turned his head sideways, looking at the man's leisurely figure.

"What do you say?" Herrera raised his voice, "The gods are with you."

The door of the room was closed, and the long golden hair was shining in the morning light. The man raised his head and held the patterned porcelain cup aloft, as if he was holding the sun that had just risen.

Today is the last day of this week, and it is also the day with the least course schedule.When Sean arrived at the Falcon Club, it was still early, but by coincidence, His Highness Mars had already appeared in the study.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Hearing the slight opening of the door, the movement of the man's hands stopped.

"What are you referring to?" Sean skillfully placed the brewed black tea in the most convenient place for the other party to drink.

"While I was talking to Ornis." Mars said flatly, without any emotion.

"I went to the stables."

"The stables? What are you doing there?" Mars frowned.

"Hey the horse. I heard that it was a task assigned to new members of the first grade, so I went with Alex." Sean replied.

"You—" Mars raised his eyes, "are you familiar with the son of the Cabed family?"

"It's not familiar, it's because of a few words." Sean asked, "Is there something wrong with me for asking, Your Highness?"

"No." Mars' eyes fell back to the document, "It's just that the Cabed family supports the Prince's faction. Of course, you know, I am more inclined to this side."

Sean nodded slightly, "I see."

"You understand?" Mars' eyes were a little dark, "Really?"

"Yes." Sean's voice was calm, "His Royal Highness supports the Prince faction."

The writing pen stopped immediately, thick ink dots smeared on the scroll, Mars lifted the pen slightly, with no abnormal expression on his face, "Do you also think my elder brother is more suitable?"

It's a sensitive topic, and Sean, knowing his identity, doesn't answer the question directly.

"Your Highness, there is more than one prince in the Saint Via Empire." Sean said softly.

After a short silence, Mars frowned slightly, and a few low laughs rolled out of his throat, "You're right."

Sean didn't say anything more. In fact, at this time, he could say some flattering and praising words, so that it would be easier for him to capture the favor of this proud heir.

But this is not what he needs, what he needs is the protection of Mars' identity and the trust in his heart.

This is not an easy task.After getting along for a few days, Sean had to admit that Mars had the talent to be a monarch. He was both a lion and a fox. He could be strong enough to intimidate everyone, but also cunning enough to distinguish traps.In the process of trying to conquer Mars, Mars is also trying to tame him, which is a psychological offensive and defensive battle full of deceit.

"There will be a grand welcome banquet in the palace tonight." Mars said suddenly.

"Do you need to arrange a carriage back to the palace for you?" Sean asked.

"No," Mars raised his head and looked over, "What I want to say is, do you want to go with me? Go and see Saint Via's palace."

"Your Highness, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." This proposal was undoubtedly a big temptation for Sean, but he did not show the slightest look of eagerness, "My status is not enough to be on such an official occasion."

"Are you worried about this?" Mars raised his eyebrows lightly, as if he had heard something interesting, "Sean, do you know? You are one of the few people who can look me in the eyes and talk. To be honest, I always thought you were a People who don't care about rank."

"Your Highness..." Sean's throat tightened slightly, and he knelt on one knee, holding his heart with his hands.

Looking at the man's obedient and humble appearance, Mars narrowed his eyes a little.After a while, he walked over and put his hand lightly on Sean's shoulder.

"Get up, what are you doing?"

Sean's eyes were covered by the broken hair on his forehead. He still kept his kneeling posture, and his voice was neither humble nor overbearing, "I have great admiration for you, Your Highness. After joining the Falcon Club, I swear to be loyal to you. When you need When the time comes, I swear that I will fight bloody battles with your enemies to the end, all for the sake of protecting your honor."

The atmosphere is a little frozen.Mars didn't expect the man to say these words, he was shocked for a moment, and then his heart became complicated again.This oath of allegiance came so suddenly that it even made him feel extraordinarily unreal, but like holding a handful of cracked pine nuts in his hand, he still couldn't help but want to peel off the hard shell.

In other words, this kind of belief can bring him great achievement and comfort.

After a while, Sean's mouth twitched invisible, because he felt three gentle touches on his shoulder.

This is a rather meaningful action.In a simple knight naming ceremony, the candidate kneels on one knee, and the officiant will tap his shoulder three times with the back of his sword and give him a word of advice.

"Learning to be confident is the first thing to bear a heavy burden." Strength came from his arm, and Sean was lifted up by Mars, "Xion, after hearing your oath, I will protect you. I have expectations for you, and I believe that you will not will fail me."

"Your Highness."

"Don't worry, in the name of Mars Salfield, I will not allow anyone to humiliate you because of your humble background." Mars said solemnly.

"Your Highness, I don't know how to repay your kindness and kindness..." Sean said softly.

"Your loyalty is enough to pay for all of this." Mars smiled, "Go back and tidy up, and follow me tonight."

Having said that, Sean had no excuse to refuse, and accepted His Royal Highness Mars's invitation as a matter of course.

Because of preparing for the evening banquet, Sean returned to the Rose Hall early after getting Mars' permission. When he returned to the dormitory, he found an exquisite wooden box at his door.

Sean opened the box, and the light in his eyes flickered.Mars is more able to win people's hearts than he imagined. Inside the box is a black dress with exquisite workmanship and layers. There are not too many decorations, but the soft and comfortable fabric is enough to prove the value of this suit.

Quietly preparing such a gift not only solved his troubles, but also maintained his dignity.Sean sighed slightly. If all of this happened before he experienced anything, maybe he would really be moved by this concern.

Sean pushed open the door and found that Herrell was still sitting in the same position as in the morning.

"I will go to the palace at night." Sean said lightly, turning his back to his figure.

"I know." Herrell's voice was extremely indifferent.

Sean nodded. Although he never appeared, Herrell seemed to know basically what happened around him.

"Have you nothing to explain to me?" said Herrell darkly.

"Explanation? What are you referring to?" Sean froze his hands.

"Contract." The word seemed to come out through gritted teeth.

Sean thought that Herrell was urging him, and just about to say something, who would have thought that he would continue to gnash his teeth and start talking.

"I used to be a god, and that silver-haired guy is not even a human monarch... During the time you made a contract with me, you actually swore an oath to him..."

"Well, because I want to gain his trust." Sean took off his school uniform jacket, he looked up, and found a pair of rose-colored eyes glaring at him intently in the mirror, "What's wrong?"

"Your behavior is blaspheming the majesty of the gods. If I had such a believer, I would definitely tie you to a cross and dry your flesh in the sun." Herrell raised his chin and stared at the man in front of him, with a cold expression Like a frozen stream under a glacier.

"You are competing with His Royal Highness Mars..." Sean frowned slightly, as if thinking.