The Golden Age: Colotia I

"Your Majesty, there is a letter from you."

When Richard walked in, his boots made a slight clanging sound on the floor, and the saber and buckle on his waist collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you." Kolos sat on the soft armchair cushion, raised her hand to receive the letter, and asked as she opened it, "Who sent it from?"

Richard shook his head: "I don't know, the guard at the door found it in the mailbox, and there was no signature on the letter."

Kolos' hand paused slightly, she lowered her eyes, thought for a while, put down the letter first, and turned to Richard, "Is Olivier's hand feeling better?"

"Yes," Richard nodded slightly, "His Royal Highness has asked to be discharged from the hospital many times." He paused, a subtle expression appeared on his face.

Needless to say, Kolos also knew what this expression meant. Olivier must have displayed his troublesome skills again, and even acted coquettishly...

"Let him be discharged from the hospital. I have something to discuss with him. He probably can't wait."

Olivier almost felt that he was going to grow mushrooms. Kolos used the name of recuperating to prevent him from participating in all the discussions against the rebels. The worry and anxiety about the whereabouts of Mulla and Yulia made him feel like he was dying. Crazy, but fortunately at this time Richard came to convey the notice that Kolos lifted the ban.

"You are such an angel." Olivier rushed to hug Richard, and the latter restrained himself from pushing him away, maintaining due courtesy.

"You are too polite, Your Royal Highness."

"We have known each other for so many years, why are you always so polite?" Olivier smiled, and Richard looked at him calmly.

He is not the same as the dissolute young man back then.

His cheeks became thinner, and his complexion was slightly pale, but his eyes became sharper, and his whole demeanor became lofty, like a monarch who is about to come to the throne.

Sometimes, Richard would vaguely recall that when he was young, he was full of vigor and wanted to make a contribution to Liber, just like Cassius Bright he had always admired.

In the illusion of the Kingdom of Shadows, he once again saw the restrained princess and the prodigal prince, and faced his own heart for the first time.

Has he really given up on his inner ideal?

So he put on his uniform again.

Corlotia I was a king worthy of the allegiance of all his subjects. Richard had no doubts about this, but that elegant and restrained girl was gradually disappearing, and what replaced her was a king who was doomed to be lonely.

This kind of complicated emotion is not what a soldier like Richard should have, but he will still let himself go occasionally.

Looking at the purple-haired queen walking towards Olivier with a smile, Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there is him, these two lonely people, fortunately they are still together, sheltering each other from the wind and rain.

He stood aside, silently watching the two people smile slightly at each other, the intersection of their eyes was full of warmth and comfort, which made the cold sunshine like spring flowers blooming.They held each other's arms without saying a word, but the back view of them walking side by side already explained everything.

Even if the world is destroyed, you are by my side.

"They want to lure us out." Olivier squeezed the letter paper, the corners of his mouth were tightly pressed, and Kolos was very close to him, and he could see that he was clenching his teeth, "They used Mulla and Yulia to lure us out." Let's get out."

Kolos was silent.

The lessons learned by Olivier made them dare not act rashly, but Mulla and Yulia held their hearts all the time.

"...We had to go, they didn't give us a choice." Koloss said in a low voice, "They caught our weakness, and we...were defeated."

They won.

Olivier and Kolos, they dare not.

They dare not risk the lives of Mulla and Yulia.

After all, they still haven't become hard-hearted.

"It's my fault..." Olivier said with difficulty, his voice was a little hoarse, "I let those people know how important the two of them are to us..."

"I will not indulge my feelings again, and make such a mistake again..."

"Maybe... maybe we only have one choice..."

"No!" Ke Luosi interrupted him loudly before he could say anything, her eyes became disbelieving, "How can you think like that? We have to go!"

"...Okay," Olivier looked at her silently. After a long time, he walked up to Kolos, "Okay, let's listen to them, let's go."

Just as Kolos was about to speak, Olivier stretched out his hand and pressed her lips: "However, if you promise me, everything must be arranged by me."

"why?"

"Because I've learned my lesson never to be emotional," Olivier said relentlessly, "and you haven't."

Looking at his rare irritable expression, Koros knew that he was very disturbed, and it could make Olivier, who always pays attention to a good image and gentlemanly demeanor, flustered, which showed how anxious he was.

"Okay, then I will be responsible for carrying the sensible Prince back when he is injured."

The author has something to say: I am very happy not to be stuck!