Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 – Time… It’s Really A Pig-Slaughtering Knife.

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There was dead silence in the hall, only the reverberation of King Camos’s deep laughter echoed. In short, no one could recover. They opened their mouths and stared at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded.

Including a certain child who had been quietly eating melons and dreaming of a better future, who was suddenly lifted up, and then appointed to be the King’s Brother. His whole being was also in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a very slight click. It was the sound of a quill pen held by a stunned little fat boy that accidentally dropped to the ground.

This sound, which was usually negligible, seemed to suddenly turn on the switch in the terrifyingly quiet hall.

With a crash, the whole hall was like boiling water, and it simmered all at once.

“Wait, wait a minute, Your Majesty-“

“No, this is definitely not possible!”

“King Camos! How can you arbitrarily-“

“Please think about it again!”

After a few seconds of shock, Ziemuer, who finally recovered, frowned. With his splattered clothes, he quickly stepped forward and walked to Camos.

“King Camos.” The Shamash priest who spoke had an obvious bad expression. “Please immediately take back your words!”

“Why?”

Camos asked, in a casual tone.

He didn’t even look at Ziemuer who was in front of him but smiled at Garlan who was being held by him.

Seeing the child’s wide-open eyes and the stunned expression on his face, he immediately felt a sense of accomplishment. He smiled and retracted his hand, holding the child with one hand, and with his other, rubbed the soft hair of the child who was still bewildered.

Ah, soft, plush, warm, and it feels so good.

The newly appointed Brother King1 expressed his satisfaction.

“Anyway, please put the child down first.”

For this king who always liked to play cards unreasonably, Ziemuer felt an oncoming headache.

When he was Camos’ accompaniment, who was still a prince at that time, he and his fellow students were often tossed by the prince who had a thought of one out was one out.2

It could be said that he was the only one upholding the upright and selfless doctrine of the Sun God Shamash, and he continued to protest against Prince Camos’s various behaviours, while the others were already numb to the whims of Prince Camos.

…Of course, he protested but it was useless.

“No way.”

King Camos simply rejected the proposal of his subordinates, held the child in his arms tighter, and glanced at the Shamash priest warily, with an expression of ‘Don’t you dare to take this child away’.

He continued, “He is this King’s Brother.”

“…Put the child down first.” Resisting the urge to smash King Camos’s head with the heavy sceptre, Ziemuer felt his head hurt even more. “You’re scaring him.”

“Huh?”

When Ziemuer said this, Camos subconsciously lowered his head and glanced.

But the Shamash priest was wrong. The child in his arms didn’t show a look of being frightened at all but looked at him with a pair of big round eyes. Maybe he was a little stunned when he was lifted up at first, but now that he had recovered, his eyes were staring at his face vigorously and sweeping around. He looked as if he were almost peeling off his face, piece by piece.

And when Camos looked over and locked eyes with him, the child not only failed to hide but became even more vigorous. While staring at him, he stretched out two small hands, pinched his cheeks with his fingers, rubbed and kneaded vigorously, and then used more force to tug.

Of course, with the little strength of the child, in the eyes of King Camos, the so-called pulling force was the same as just touching his face.

King Camos thought for a while and immediately realised.

“Hahahahaha! How is it? Do you think Brother King is handsome?”

Camos said with a natural look on his face and laughed. He raised his chin proudly so that his little brother could touch his handsome face more easily.

He naturally thought that his little brother must have really liked his gorgeous face, so he stared hard at him and even touched him with his hands.

That’s right, this child must be blinded by my attractiveness.

Camos thought so, as he became more ecstatic and rubbed his little brother’s head vigorously. The soft, fluffy touch on his fingers made his unsatisfied desires for more than 20 years become fulfilled

Ziemuer, “…”

This majesty’s narcissistic, self-righteous, and self-confident personality could not be changed.

If this was not the King of Aaron Landis, God only knew how many people would want to stay by his door every day to find a chance to beat him.

Garlan didn’t care that his hair was messed up by Camos’ big hand, becoming a bird’s nest. His eyes were fixed on Camos’ face.

But the reason why he stared at his face was naturally not because Camos thought he liked his handsome face, but…

This person is…King Camos?

Camos… Brother King?!

Wait, wait, wait.

This is not right.

It’s very, very wrong!

Garlan tried to recall the appearance of King Camos in his memory.

Although in the past, he spent very little time with his Brother King, in any case, he couldn’t even recognise the appearance of King Camos.

In his memory, King Camos looked like…most of his face was wrapped in a dark brown curly beard, and almost his entire head was wrapped in curly hair. His whole body was extremely muscular, like a block of steel. His whole being looked even more like an iron tower, with arms as strong as a tree trunk, and a voice like the striking sound of a bell. From a distance at first glance, it looked like a big brown bear walking upright.

At this moment, Garlan was staring at the person who was holding him. Although he was tall and sturdy, how could he be called a handsome young man with a long and ideal body?

Garlan, “…”

So, Brother King Camos, what did you experience in the next nine years to be in that state?!

…

Ah, time is really a terrible existence…

…

Garlan felt that at this moment he had received the most shocking news since his rebirth, and was frightened because of the terrifying years ahead.

He was so horrified that he had forgotten the most important thing. It wasn’t until the expressionless Shamash priest spoke again that he suddenly reacted.

“King Camos, please immediately take back what you’ve just said.”

Wait, what did King Camos just say?

King’s Brother?

Me?

Starting from now?

…

No, no, Brother King, you can’t do this.

For me, letting me be the King’s Brother is tantamount to planting me with a death flag. I’ve tried my best to hand in a blank paper and disqualified myself so I could be sent back. I finally pulled out the flag with great difficulty.

In the end, with your words, the flag that I had worked so hard to pull out, you effortlessly inserted it back in?

Are you kidding me?

Just when Garlan felt suffocated, assistance came.

“That was a joke. Please take it back.”

The expressionless Shamash priest urged.

Those words made Garlan, who was struggling in his heart, immediately gave him a compliment.

Very good, Ziemuer. Continue.

“You should know that your current choice is related to the future of Aaron Landis. It is not a game and cannot be determined by your preferences.”

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Well said! Carry on!

“King Camos, the child you choose obviously does not have the ability to bear the future of this kingdom.”

…Although he didn’t want to be the King’s Brother, with all these words that were being said, Garlan still felt a subtle dissatisfied feeling.

However, with dissatisfaction, in his heart, he still wanted to continue to wave the flag and shout to Ziemuer.

Come on, don’t be polite. Keep working hard, and be sure to dispel the willfulness of the King of Aaron Landis.

“Yes, Your Highness. Please consider carefully.”

“King Camos, this is the heir to the throne. You can’t be so rash ah-“

“Master Ziemuer is right. Please reconsider, my King.”

“His Majesty!”

“King-“

The young King raised his thick eyebrows.

“I understand,” He said, “You guys can continue. From these little brats, choose a brother whom you think is qualified.”

The words of King Camos made everyone happy, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could exhale, King Camos choked them again in his next sentence.

They saw King Camos lifting the child up with one hand, letting him sit on his left shoulder, and put his arm around him.

He continued casually, “I’ll take this King’s Brother to eat something first.”

Ziemuer, “…”

A mouthful of air got stuck in the crowd’s throats, “…”

“Your Majesty, you can’t be so headstrong!”

“It’s too much for you to be like this-“

“How can you choose separately?”

Camos put his arm around the child on his shoulder, turned his head, and looked at the crowd.

“You’re talking about choosing the King’s Brother, but you didn’t say how many to choose.”

“Al-Although that is correct to say so…”

“So, I chose the brother I want, and you can choose the brother you want.”

King Camos replied, with an arrogant tone. His eyes swept across his subjects, and the invisible sense of power made everyone bow their heads.

“Do you have any other questions?”

He asked, with his face calm and his tone nonchalant, but with a kind of imposing and respectful manner that no one would dare to violate.

His voice and language were not filled with anger but prestige.

He was the King of Aaron Landis.

At this moment, the noisy people were speechless, and the hall was once again silent.

Standing in the crowd, Ziemuer was quiet for a while, then bowed his head.

“As you wish, my King.”

King Camos nodded, and the faint sense of oppression exuding from his whole body instantly disappeared. He laughed and patted the little brother who was sitting on his shoulder.

“Well, you are now this King’s Brother.”

The man looked at Garlan with golden-brown eyes, and his eyes were full of smiles. His eyes looked like a big lion dragging a bloody prey that had just been killed to present to his little friend like he had done a good job and wanted to ask for a reward. His eyes were full of words: come on, you don’t have to be shy. Quickly commend me, compliment me, praise me for being handsome.

Look, you can get such a handsome and powerful Brother King like me so easily.

Was it unexpected?

Are you surprised?

Are you happy~~?

Garlan, “…”

Truly unexpected.

Not surprised.

Unhappy.

…Also, I want to hit you.

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Little Garlan used all his strength to tug and finally pulled the flag out with great difficulty.

Brother Camos used a finger and pressed it in. It couldn’t be pulled out again…

1

refers to King Camos. Because he now that has a brother, he has a new role of being the Brother King

2

It refers to a person who does things without careful consideration, and is a derogatory term.