#1116 - Three Princes
“My lord, what are you planning to do?” Kyle asked.
Upon hearing this, Xemia was also curious about how her husband would handle this matter.
Velin turned his head to look at Clayr, and said, "Let's pretend we don't know about what happened today. Since Clayr wants to use his own power to awaken Italia, let's respect his choice."
“Yes, my lord.”
“I understand, Velin.”
The two nodded in response and then left the tent.
Velin paused for a moment, then apologized to Clayr in a low voice: "Sorry, brother."
A few minutes later, Velin stood up, left the tent, and returned to his tent to rest.
On the low bed, Xemia turned to look at her husband and couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going to do anything?"
Velin pulled the quilt over his head and whispered, "Let's talk about it after the reorganization. The situation is difficult to judge now. If possible, I'll bring Clayr to my side and give him some convenience to help him achieve his goal."
“I thought you really weren’t going to do anything?”
"How is it possible to do nothing? After all, he is one of my few friends," Velin responded. "Helping him overtly, he might not accept it. Even if he does, we will gradually drift apart and eventually become strangers."
“I still understand this person.”
“By the way, were the words of Avar in the illusion your doing?” Velin stuck his head out, looked at Xemia, and asked curiously.
“Of course.” Xemia nodded and said, “But Clayr almost discovered the trick. After all, no matter how realistic the simulation is, it can’t reach the real person.”
“How about you put me in an illusion?”
Looking at her husband’s bright eyes, Xemia nodded in agreement, and then wove an illusion, pulling both of their consciousnesses into it.
At noon the next day, Velin opened his eyes, felt the soft touch coming from his back, and gently patted the hand holding him.
Feeling the touch, Xemia woke up, sat up, looked at the sunlight shining in from the curtain gap, and began to cast spells to put on her clothes.
After putting on his clothes, Velin went straight out of the tent and walked towards the tent where Clayr was resting.
Unsurprisingly, this guy was still sound asleep.
Arriving at the bedside, Velin patted his face to wake him up.
Clayr sat up groggily, but when he saw Velin's figure, he immediately became energetic.
“Morning! Velin.”
“Clayr, it’s noon already, it’s not early.”
“Is it that late?” Clayr pretended to realize it and said, “Sorry, it seems I should drink less wine in the future!”
“Hahaha, that’s right, your alcohol tolerance is really bad.”
"Okay, never mind, I suddenly remembered that my father is coming to see me today, so I'll leave first." Clayr grabbed his knight's sword, waved to Velin, and quickly left the tent.
Looking at Clayr's hurried back, Velin couldn't help but shake his head.
“Forget it, time to do some serious business.”
Leaving the tent, Velin called Kyle and Xemia and went to the royal capital.
……
Inside the main hall of Baelnar Palace, a man with disheveled hair looked like a crazy lunatic.
He held a wine bottle in his hand, bringing the mouth of the bottle to his lips from time to time, taking a hard gulp, and then cursing the king with a resentful voice.
Outside the main hall, hundreds of red-armored knights stood like steel, tightly sealing off the area to prevent idlers from accidentally breaking into the hall, hearing things they shouldn't hear, and losing their lives.
Before long, a woman in full dress walked gracefully towards the main hall of Baelnar Palace, followed by two chief maids, looking serious.
The red-armored knights guarding outside the main hall saw the woman in full dress, straightened their bodies, hammered their chests with their right hands, saluted her, and at the same time cleared the way to the main hall.
At the entrance of the main hall, the woman in full dress stopped. She turned her head slightly and whispered to the two chief maids behind her: "You two stay here."
“Yes, Your Highness.” The two chief maids answered in unison.
Pushing open the hall door and walking into the hall, the woman in full dress soon heard her husband's cursing voice.
“Belgrav, you weak husband, choosing an heir from a group of children, I ******”
“You ***……”
“Felis, enough!”
The drunken man turned his head and looked at his wife, took another gulp of wine, and asked, "Tilia, what are you doing here?"
“What am I doing here? Do you think I want to come?”
The woman in full dress came to the side of the Third Prince Felis Silvius, grabbed his collar, and dragged him up from the ground, shouting, "Do you think you can hide here and curse the father, and he won't know?"
“So what if you don’t have the right of inheritance? What’s the big deal that makes you so decadent.”
"Aren't your brothers and sisters all the same? They all lost the right of inheritance, but look at them, are they like you?"
“I’m not reconciled, I’m just not reconciled.” Third Prince Felis Silvius grabbed his wife’s shoulders and shouted, “For the throne, I started fighting with my brothers and sisters since I was a child. It can be said that the first half of my life was lived in conspiracies and tricks.”
“Why, the old thing can change his mind as he pleases, then what about what I did before?”
Looking at her mad husband, the woman in full dress slapped him and shouted, "Felis Silvius, calm down for me."
“If you have the ability to yell here, then have the ability to launch a mutiny, to fight for the throne, at worst I will accompany you to die.”
The third prince covered his face and was stunned when he heard his wife's words.
“Heh, if you don’t dare, then throw away the prince’s baggage and face the world again as an ordinary royal.”
“I…I……”
The woman in full dress straightened her clothes that had been messed up, and said coldly, "The God-given Earl is going to visit you, don't keep people waiting."
After speaking, the woman in full dress left the hall without looking back.
Looking at his wife's back, the third prince opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it when the words reached his throat.
After being stunned for a moment, Third Prince Felis Silvius used [One Person Thousand Voices] to order the red-armored knights outside the hall: "Go and get me a set of clothes."
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Two silver low-level red-armored knights responded and quickly ran to the back hall.
On the other side, Velin drank round after round of tea, but still did not see the trace of the Third Prince.
“Earl, please wait a little longer, His Highness should be here soon.” The golden low-level knight accompanying him in the reception room touched the sweat on his forehead and apologized again.
Seeing the other party's attitude, Velin was not angry, motioned the other party to sit down and not to be too nervous.
Of course, if the other party had an arrogant look, he would have let the other party know what a real God-given Earl is.
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