Chapter 37: Isolation in the Ice (Part 2)
Late at night, in the ambassador’s lounge.
“So, you just sneaked outside with a murloc child of unknown origin and came back so late?!”
After listening to Bedivere’s explanation, Arthur scolded angrily, “Don’t you know that we are under the surveillance of the mermen, any suspicious actions will make our heads move?”
“Aha, yes, I’m sorry.” Bedivere smiled shyly. He did get carried away with Tristan and didn’t know when it was time to go back to sleep.
……It’s not as bad as moving your head.
Arthur saw no remorse on Brady’s face, only an unintentional smirk. This made the knight very angry, and almost wanted to beat the werewolf boy.
“However, the guarding mermaid didn’t make any changes.” Kai resisted the impulsive Arthur and deliberately changed the subject: “Have they always been so lacking in vigilance?”
Arthur exhaled two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils, cleared his thoughts, and tried to find a more reasonable explanation: “Mermaids have a long life, and they have a very vague concept of the passage of time. There’s almost no difference in hours. And they don’t know much about the physiology of orcs, so they probably thought it would take Bedi so long to go to the toilet.”
“I think it’s more like Tristan’s good deeds.” Bedivere disagreed with Arthur’s explanation, wagging his tail and laughing: “Can’t he hypnotize others with a simple sentence?”
“Is that murloc.” Arthur thought, “Murlocs are very rare, and the details of that little guy are probably not simple. They are either children of nobles or members of the royal family.”
The werewolf boy’s eyes widened: “This is so powerful!?”
Kai grinned and analyzed: “Murlocs are male mermaids with a one-in-a-billion chance of being born. Mermaids can mate with any other humanoid race, but generally only female mermen will be born.”
“Don’t say anything [mating] in front of children, you idiot,” Arthur scolds.
“What’s the problem, this kid is not too young anymore.” Kai smiled even more wretchedly, “When I was as old as him, I had long been disciplined——“
“—–Don’t say it!” Arthur interrupted hurriedly, and gave Kai a stern look.
“Anyway, Tristan is a very rare murloc,” Kay ignored Arthur’s glaring eyes, and continued, “Even if he was born in the common people, he would usually be taken to the palace to be the adopted son of a royal family or a nobleman, and then. ……protected like a rare animal that will never leave the palace.”
“How can this be possible.” Bedivere was touched, “I don’t even have freedom, I’m locked up in this cold palace forever? How can I live this kind of life!”
(Who is destined to be imprisoned for life at birth? This is not fair!)
“A canary in a cage.” Arthur sighed softly, “That child must be lonely.”
“So when you see a child about the same age as yourself, you can’t help but pounce on it and bite? Hehe.” Kay laughed hilariously, “Bediver is really a popular little animal.”
“Shut up!” said the werewolf boy angrily.
“Anyway, let’s ignore the affairs of other people’s countries.” Arthur lay on the bed and found a comfortable position to lie on his back, “We just need to concentrate on how to escape. —— Of course, if possible, I still want to convince the Queen of Iceland.”
“If only one mouth could stop the war, so many people would die every day in this world. Anyway, let’s rest for the day.” Ser Kay lay on the bed and rolled a few times. Ugh, the smell of Vikings…!”
Arthur shook his head and went over to turn off the light in a huff, and the room was suddenly pitch black.
When darkness comes, it is made of blue crystals, and the translucent ceiling reflects the stars in the sky. Contrary to the restless Bedivere, it was a crisp, cloudless, starry autumn night.
The werewolf boy looked at the sky and remembered the murloc boy he met earlier.
(He must be living too lonely and longing for a friend of the same age from the bottom of his heart.)
(However, after the Iceland incident, we have to leave and never see each other again.)
(What else can I do for him?)
Bedivere sighed softly, curled up under the covers, unable to close his eyes all night.
At the same time, in the bedroom on the east side of the palace.
The murloc boy is bathing under the care of several mermaid maids.
The wisps of clear smoke, the light and delicate fragrance of edelweiss reverberated in the bathroom, and the beautiful mermaids sang softly in a low voice, making the murloc boy seem to be in a fairyland. There are all kinds of delicate and delicious cakes around the bath, and the mermaids feed the boy while he takes a bath.
Groups of beauties accompany them, enjoying delicious food in a pleasing dance, and relaxing in a comfortable aromatherapy bath. For ordinary people, this is the enjoyment of the emperor, and the goal that he wants to achieve in his life.
Tristan, who has all this, is not happy.
What is happiness? What does it mean to be truly alive?
Is it called happiness to be content only with day-to-day pleasures, domesticated like pigs?
The murloc boy has enjoyed too much luxury, and even in this heavenly time, he is already tired of it. The boy was full of thoughts about the werewolf boy: only playing with friends of the same age is the time that the murloc boy really longs for.
The mermaid sisters rubbed the boy’s sore shoulders and asked with kind smiles, “Your Highness, where did you go to play tonight? How did you get your muscles sore?”
“Ow!” Tristan’s shoulder was rubbed for a while, and he whimpered as he rubbed his shoulders for a while. “
“Practice swordsmanship?——Do you occasionally have time to be diligent?” asked a figure hidden behind a tent in the distance~IndoMTL.com~ Of course. “The murloc boy replied, “I can practice more easily without you guys releasing water. “
The mermaids laughed lightly, rubbing the boy’s body with a sponge, creating more foam and washing the boy’s body. They have been taking care of the murloc boy since he was a baby, and in the eyes of these mermen, Tristan is almost exactly the same as the little baby before.
Arthur is right—the mermaids with long lives have a very vague concept of the passage of time. They have only been with this murloc boy for a short period of ten years, which is not enough time. 1/70th of their lives.
In their eyes, no matter how many years have passed, Tristan is still a child. The mermen imagined how cute and funny Tristan would look like dancing his sword alone in the moonlight.
Unbeknownst to them, Tristan met and befriended a werewolf boy. Their practice is real, not just play.
Their friendship is not only fleeting, only time can prove it.
All this, the mermaids will not understand.
Tristan was absent-minded, letting the mermen rub him all over his body, but he had a plan in mind. The naive murloc boy thought he had a good plan, and laughed secretly.
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