Chapter 50 Xyclid (Slightly H)
The shining silvery-blue hair and the fluttering hem of the gown disappeared from the view of the people and the Winston carriage departed. Soon, the viewers of such scene, as if they broke free from hypnosis, gradually dissipated and turn back their attention to their work. It would feel right to say that the scene didn't happen if not for their elated faces and blushing cheeks.
After clenching his fists and muttering curses, a pair of red eyes followed the man clad in black which had been with the girl. It has been a while since Phillip saw his friend, Damien. Yes, his friend. But the thought of being associated with a man he once thought to be like a brother and became his rival over something that almost everyone coveted, doesn't fit right. The mere thought of saying he's his friend left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He knew about his friendly relationship with Aillenne, but he couldn't bear seeing her with another man. Yes, he couldn't. The possessiveness stirred his mind and making him frenzy.
He didn't know who fell in love with Aillenne first as when the friends confirmed about each other's feelings with Aillenne, they were already bound and falling for her beauty and sweetness. He really wanted Aillenne, but the duke wanted her too and it caused a rift in their close relationship.
The imperial family was shackled by the Alastair duchy in the past, however since the death of Damien's parents and his recent mana problems, one can see that the imperials have a grasp with the duchy.
But they are not sure of it. The Alastair duchy has always been a threat to the rule of the royals. Even if there is only Damien left in this world carrying such cursed blood, he still didn't know what are the things he could do.
No, he wouldn't dare. He can't risk all the things he have built up so far. If the rift they have widen, he didn't know if he could have enough support for the succession of the throne.
Phillip remembered the time they fought over her and they always end up in a tie. But this time, giving all at stake, he will make sure he'll win and have Aillenne's hand. He'll establish his place and bring Aillenne as his empress.
He knew that the Winston's were investing so much to make her the empress. However, there seems to be some problem on that regard.
Speaking of empress, the call from the First empress was so trivial and could even wait for a while. He felt a surge of anger about to erupt. If only he wasn't in front of the empress, he would surely wreck havoc.
Like---damn! How could the problem of Lankoro Kingdom be more important than Aillenne? It's a matter of national interest and the emperor should be the one who finds solution to that, not the crown prince whose position isn't stable. Just, damn!
He ordered his men to track down the servant who ruined his meeting with Aillenne. He couldn't help but bent his frustration to the innocent servant.
He remembered her expression and her taste. Phillip's softened dick became hard again. He quickly turned his back then walked to his own palace to cum his load in Aillenne's handkerchief.
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In an old and huge high ceiling room surrounded by cold white marbles, some pillars stood erect while being filled with vines that crept upwards, and at the center of the room, an altar with a pure white cloth is seen prominently.
A man with long sky blue hair and white dress similar to doric style chiton felt unsettled as he stood and gazed at the bowl in front of him.
An image of a girl with shiny silvery-blue hair, blue-violet jewel-like eyes, small face and a growing body, who smiled like sunshine while looking at the magic butterfly fluttering around the room, was shown.
She looked so happy and seem to adapt to the surroundings and situation.
He sighed and washed his face with his palms. This is ridiculous!
"This shouldn't have happened. How come the gate keeper allowed such soul come back here? It even disrupted the flow of the story!"
Xyclid, one of the gods who oversees the world was worried about the unexpected circumstances. He only found out these ridiculousness just three hours ago.
After waking up from his slumber, it was the first problem that greeted him. However, not much could he do as he can only return to earth once every five years then fall asleep again.
The god groaned and contemplated on things to do.
Knock! Knock!
A servant knocked and came to him upon his permission. The humongous door creak as he let himself in. The place was left alone for time to govern the place, the servants were not allowed to disturb his sleep, hence they couldn't manage the place. However, they already knew that it is time for him to wake up from his sleep and must need the assistance.
The servant handed over a silver scroll from the platter then bowed and left, leaving Xyclid alone. He wondered about what orders do higher gods gave him who had just opened his eyes. Anticipation filled his mind, but...
Clang!
He couldn't believe his eyes and threw the scroll. The metal plates broke and it rolled over the floor, but he didn't mind. He wanted to rip it more thoroughly.
[To Xyclid:
You are temporarily banned to do reckless activities related to mankind. The higher gods decided to give you four year probationary period as a result of your previous actions and interference....
(The rest is omitted)
Deertes
]
One problem after another. The fine and gorgeous face of the god crumpled. He couldn't believe that the time will still repeat and the gods allow the tragedy to happen.
Then what's the use of my suffering for the past five years?
The god cannot even answer his own musings. He couldn't understand the higher gods too. He glanced at the moving image of Aillenne in the bowl, somehow...he felt pity... and traces of anger.
"Why did you let yourself--- ugh... nevermind."
The god sighed then went to the place he is being called.
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