俘宠

Chapter.5

【What you want is not pity from others, not even affection; you just long for the sky. 】

Ludwig felt that he had waited too long.I haven't seen my brother for many days.

He also knew that the battle ahead was tight, but if there was no news for such a long time, maybe, no, something must have happened.

Was it killed in battle, or captured... more likely seriously injured, somewhere, the bleeding couldn't stop, it was freezing outside...

He became restless, restless, and panicked, and would ask the army repeatedly every day.

Ludwig thought, I am so abnormal.I usually don't pay much attention to my brother, but I started to worry when he left.

"Your Highness can rest assured."

He looked at the military | fire dealer who was talking in front of him. "Mr. Kirkland is saying, is my brother in Wang Yao's hands now?"

"That's right. But Your Highness can't just let it go, the other half has to be hung; I can see that your brother is in a terrible mess." Arthur Kirkland deliberately concealed the truth.One is that he doesn't want to let go of the opportunity to stir up the current situation, and the other is that the truth doesn't sound good. Who wants to be so happy when his brother is treated like a dog.

"I suggest, oh Your Highness, this is just a suggestion." He lowered his head, covering the smile on his lips. "There will be a tough battle to be fought in the near future, why not take advantage of this opportunity, take advantage of the gap between the exchange of prisoners before the battle, and come to a secret attack to rescue your brother? After all, I also have some friendship with him, we are a family , it’s not easy to be bullied by others.”

"..." Ludwig wanted to give it a try, but it was not his turn to take the lead on the battlefield. "I'll pass the exact words on to General Braginski. Thanks for the offer, Mr. Kirkland."

Kirkland's complexion changed slightly. He didn't expect that His Royal Highness, who is increasingly favored by the prince, has such a weak voice in military affairs. Who is Ivan Braginsky? "You don't need to be thankful. I will be very satisfied if His Highness can remember our friendship for many years."

Ludwig didn't know that the informant had quickly left the empire's borders and hid back to his home island. He only knew that the most important thing now was to find a way to rescue his brother.

Yes, this is the most important.To see the throne and everything | go to hell.

He still remembers the first time he saw his elder brother, this elder brother who was connected with his blood, whose every move took his breath and nerves.At that time, he was still young, a little boy in his early ten years old, when he saw the etiquette instructor lead in a silver-haired, blood-eyed and arrogant peer, he thought he had an extra classmate who was difficult to get along with——

"My name is Gilbert, what's your name?"

"Ludwig."

"What's your name, don't tell me your last name?"

"..." Something that the whole empire knows. "Besh, Beshmit?"

"Okay, that's a good name, I'll use your surname from now on!"

"..."

——I didn't expect to have an extra brother.

It's just weird to not follow his father who gave the surname to him who still admits death, but clamors for his surname... It sounds weird.

But Ludwig understood that his brother loved him.It is a kind of unconditional dependence and trust. Even if I don't have much feedback, my brother still loves me more than anyone else.

And the more you understand, the more painful it is.

On the snowy night when my brother came back from the army for the first time, he was still sleeping soundly in a dream without being notified in advance, and he realized what happened when he heard the maid's exclamation.

He ran out to meet him, his sleepy eyes were still hazy, and his shoes were not properly put on.

The elder brother was standing at the door of the room, grinning forcefully, and his figure was precarious.The snow water generated by the heating dripped from the silver hair and fell to the ground, smashing dark flowers.

It was obviously a forced smile, but it was inexplicably warm.

However, Ludwig took a step back.

People are always innately looking for advantages and avoiding disadvantages for unknown dangers.

Then he just watched helplessly as his brother fell down and landed heavily on the carpet.The horror in his eyes remained expressionless, and the next second, he started to shout.

There was blood on my brother's body.Mottled, solidified, diffused.

My brother still didn't wake up the next morning.He passed the room on his way to class, and the court doctor's maids were talking about his brother's condition.He heard the group of gossiping women talking about his brother in a very contemptuous tone, and the object of the slander also included the imperial general.

Ludwig didn't do anything and walked away silently.

He went to visit the sick at night, and his brother finally woke up.He acted innocently, chatting and laughing with his brother like someone who didn't know, and the latter also looked relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who passed out last night.

Look, my brother is fighting for weight for himself.Ludwig examined his own weakness indifferently, unable to confide more.

But the doctor and his assistants will no longer appear on the land of the empire.

Every subsequent conversation after returning from military leave felt like a routine inquiry.Ludwig can't change the status quo.Weakness always chokes his throat tightly. He grasps resources and expands his strength all the time. He only hopes that one day he can spread his wings like a real eagle to protect the people he should protect.

I don't know when that moment will come.

Wang Yao was forced to listen to bedtime stories for several days.

You have to be a little patient, Wang Yao said to himself.It is good that pets are willing to open up and open up.

But he couldn't stop Gilbert from talking until midnight every night. If he wasn't interested in his past experiences, Wang Yao could have shut him up on the first day he told stories.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wang Yao's question weighed on the end of Gilbert's last story.

"Huh?" He was still immersed in the glorious memory. "Well...you can eat and drink, as long as you don't hit me, it's fine."

Wang Yao's fingertips casually slid across his chest. "It's good you reminiscing about the past? You're not satisfied. My eagle, you'll never be satisfied. They can't give you what you want."

"You can't say that, everything was fine while Fritz was around."

"But he's gone. When will you really come out." Compared with the ambiguity of the touch, the words are indifferent. "And is that really what you want, a horizon you can't see, a monochromatic wheat field?"

Gilbert froze for a moment.

"As for your brother," Wang Yao found a comfortable place to nest in Gilbert's arms, and Gilbert felt that he was like a cat who would rub him before going to bed. "Although you have tried hard to describe him as a brave and responsible person, in my opinion, he is cowardly and selfish, and he is not worthy to be your younger brother at all."

"What did you say--!"

"I said he was just a coward."

Gilbert was furious, and it was difficult to reach out and hit someone. Of course, it was one aspect of not being able to hit someone, and more of it was annoyance.That's right, he did have such thoughts before, but in the end he was only glad that if Ludwig was reckless or irritable, he wouldn't bother staying in the army.

"That's sane and cool. My brother loves me."

For the first time, Wang Yao didn't pick up the words.Gilbert lowered his head curiously, while Wang Yao opened his mouth, opening and closing his lips to imitate the mouth shape of the word "love".

"Aha, I see, conservative Oriental! You never said this word, right?" Gilbert was excited, and he felt that he had found the shortcoming of this always strong person. "Does that word exist in your language?"

"It's implicit." Wang Yao corrected his expression. "We are not straightforward because this kind of thing cannot be straightforward, and it is not good to be too easy. The most important thing is that you are also not suitable for this word. What do you think they are to you?"

"...What is it?" Gilbert repeated blankly.

"The pleasure of conquering, playing for fun, pity when you are better, or pity... It is easy to get, but it is even worse to lose. Is this love? At best, it is a kind of emotion."

"At least I have a younger brother, he loves me!"

"Of course I'm talking about your brother!"

"..." Gilbert looked at him in surprise, "Why are you... the first time I see you so excited."

"It's just a pity for you." Wang Yao gently kissed his earlobe. "You don't want pity, or even affection; you want the sky."

The light breath is soft, and the breath is warm and cool.Gilbert boldly hugged him even tighter.He was afraid that Wang Yao would see his flushed face.

Is it the sky?He asked repeatedly in the vague dream.Is this what I want?

Mysterious, vast, and elusive; or do you yearn for temporary stay and shade?

Eagle, or pet?

Gilbert couldn't find an answer.He just thought that it would be nice for someone to give him a hand, just like now, he would actually feel slack.

It was Wang Yao's connivance that gave him a chance to breathe.You don’t have to worry about repeating the nightmare of the snowy night, you don’t have to be afraid of the crackling and burning pain in the candle, and you don’t have to escape the misunderstanding and indifference behind the trust.There would even be no more betrayal, Gilbert thought optimistically, the owner probably wouldn't bother to betray a pet.

However, temporary comfort cannot replace eternal peace.This is not what he needs.

It can't be.Confinement and prison, no matter how comfortable it is, it is not the sky.

The author has something to say: Actually, there is a small bug... Beschmidt is Puye's surname, Luther may not be called this...

Forget it, it’s set like this, let’s see and consider it...