Erbe
Nekron

"Where is His Highness the Crown Prince?" ask Sege who just arrived.

Maizar was silent, his lips did not answer, only his tears answered everything. Sege and the rest of Durete fell silent for a while, until Sege rushed up to Erland's body and held his pulse. Zero. There was no pulse he found. His hands were also closing in on Erland's nostrils. Yes ... Sege did not feel the breath of the little boy. His knees suddenly went limp, his hands shaking violently.

"His Highness Crown Prince Erland ...."

This time it became frozen, his lips could no longer speak. Just like Erland, only her tears answered all of this. Without explanation, all of Durette understood what had happened. Suddenly a black cloud enveloped the sky, deep sorrow enveloped the whole of Grazepodhia.

They took Erland's body to the castle of Hulse, where the first empress' private residence was exiled. The castle is located in North Grazepodhia, more precisely not far from the canyon Guuyo which is famous for its beauty. No one told the court, His Majesty Emperor Amos is ill and has not fully recovered. It is very risky to say this, Your health should take precedence. It is also impossible to preach with Jorvik and his allies.

A very difficult choice, in the end they chose to bury Erland's body without the knowledge of the palace. The twilight became a witness, the swastamita seemed to look gloomy accompanying the elegi of the wind. This was the coldest summer, all as if frozen in deep sorrow.

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Maizar looked at Erland's body lying in the coffin. His eyes look pushy, puffy and lethargic. As Erland's closest person since infancy, Maizar greatly lost the figure of the gentle young man. Again his tears fell uncompromisingly, his sobbing still sounded bitter.

"Your Majesty ... You're so evil. In this situation your smile looks beautiful. Your calm face, even calmer than the stream, scares me. Don't be this joking, Your Majesty. Please open your eyes."

"Maizar," call Sege slowly.

"Look! His Highness the Crown Prince of all Grazephodia is waiting for you. If only I had not let you be alone then, surely ... ah, forgive me Your Majesty," wailed Maizar again.

Frozen. Ice-cold. Yeah, Erland's whole body is icy cold. His body began to stiffen, his lips turning blue. This gallant body remained a body without spirit, only a lump of flesh and bone would soon rot in the coffin. Maizar knelt by the side of the coffin, so softly crying. All the people who were there could not hold back their tears. Crown Prince Grazepodhia's wish had to die in vain at a young age. The Durette didn't know what else to do. How to convey this sad news to His Majesty Emperor Amos?

However, not to mention how they thought, suddenly the door of the castle opened. Emperor Amos breathlessly stood in the doorway. His eyes were perfectly rounded, his body was shaking violently, his breathing was heard so with a sob of restrained sobs.

"Er ... land," he said.

His shaky steps reached for the coffin of the son, everyone there knelt down and lowered their heads. Between obedience and sorrow, their face no longer draws. In a state of pain, Amos who knew of the incident went straight to Hulse. Unbeknownst to others, Amos sent a Vavol - a dwarf of the Fee, watching Erland's movements. Amos unscrewed the casket cover.

"Say! What happened to my son?" amos Cecar.

Quiescent. Everyone was busy shaking silently, joking around in silence. No one can lift his face. Amos had no more patience to wait for an answer, his ladder clasped Erland's hand and drained his pure energy. However, his efforts were in vain, Erland was also lifeless. Not lost his mind, Amos opened the third dimension and brought Erland's body.

"What's going on?" scold someone on Amos.

"Erlandku. He was killed by the witches. I don't accept all this, Your Highness Eze. How am I supposed to return my son again" Amos replied with a whim.

"This child can still be saved, if his soul is freed. Erland's spirit was in the ninth-tier Holewelt. The Phabos hold him there, with the aim of destroying Erland's spirit so that his body can be used again to destroy the world."

"Yes. The Erland Raga is no ordinary body, so the spirit. The strongest race of Laszlo, if they do parallele zios - the melting of souls when the five planets are in parallel position. The dragon will incarnate into a magic creature. Surely it was conceivable what kind of force was going on, not even the demon lord could match it."

Both were silent for a moment, indeed since the birth of Erland, the Sagerins - the great fortune-tellers - had predicted that Erland would be at the top of the Grazepodhian throne. The world will bow to her knees, the body and soul of Laszlo she has is no ordinary apparition. Her mother, the second empress was a descendant of the Fee - fairies and angels. Surely they have special powers, which are different from humans in general, even from demons and witches.

"What should I do, Your Highness Eze? I don't want my son to be a victim in vain. He has to live. If the whole world perishes, I just want him alive" Amos said.

"No! Better not. The only way is to let it go. Maybe this is the best way, because if it continues ...."

"Whatever it is. Whatever I give in return, as long as my son lives. I want that. Yes ... that's all I want," said Amos again.

"Take yourself, Sire Amos. Don't get emotional like this. Don't selfish. Grazepodhia. Come back," said Eze.

"No!"

"Don't be stubborn Amos!"

"Say anything! Just so I can get my son again" said Amos.

Eze's figure slowly vanished from Amos's sight. Now no one is there with him. Almos hugged Erland's body so tightly, his tears were unceasingly flowing. There is regret and resentment in his tribe now. However, it was as if all this was in vain and Amos had to submit to fate. From the back corner, a bunch of mist suddenly appeared, there was a sweet scent that was wafted from behind the thin fog.

"What do you regret, Sire?" rebuke that voice.

Amos turned his head, he was well acquainted with this voice. The sweet aroma that had been stirring around him was no stranger to him. Amos's eye-bead caught the figure, a tall and thin woman. The parasites are beautiful, but they look very pale. His eyes were green like emerald grains. Her dress is lilac in color, very combined with the color of her hair and beautiful eyes. Ziosea Loire Laszlo, the first consort of the Grazepodhian empire.

"Loire. Is that you?" ask Amos.

"Why my Ercie?"

"He was killed" Amos replied almost inaudibly.

"My Ercie can't die. Why don't you take care of him, Sire? Is he not also your flesh and blood? Why should my Ercie be a victim?"

"I'm sorry, honey. My empress. Trust me, I really don't want this to happen. But I cannot refuse destiny. If there's anything I can do to get my son back, whatever it is, I'll do it. Whatever the stakes," said Amos.

This time Amos did not lie, he really regretted everything. His eyes showed sincerity, and also extreme regret. Even the death he cried the most in this world was the death of his son, Erland.

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