Erbe
Monter
That light bias broke the chaos that was occurring, everyone fell silent, standing petrified between fear and obedience. Suddenly, from the direction of the imperial hall room, someone walked gallantly towards the throne. How shocked everyone was, but they hurriedly knelt down fulfilling a obedience. The emperor who lay in a coma for many years, was currently sitting on a throne. His green bead eyes stared intently at the entire room that had been drenched in blood.
From a distance was seen the chest of the Emperor who went up and down, with his hands clenched and his face began to red. His perfectly round eyes looked at the Crown Prince and said, "Don't you think I exist, Crown Prince?"
"With care you shed the blood of your brothers for power. I'm disappointed in you, Crown Prince," continued the Emperor.
Everyone fell down, joking in silence. Between fear and obedience. They knew something big would happen if the Emperor was already angry. Their breath feels tight waiting for the passing seconds.
"From this second on, I revoke the status of Crown Prince, and you will have to spend the days inside the dungeon. I think it's worth what you're doing. The bodyguard! Drag him into the dungeon!"
Without waiting twice, the guards dragged the crown prince to the underground prison, of course, ministers who still have kinship with the second empress protested. However, the Emperor balked at the protest, even calling the crown prince a darkness in the empire.
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"Have you looked for it correctly?" emperor Amos asked the prime minister.
"Please, Sire. We haven't found what you asked for. It may take a long time to find it" replied Berneth.
"How long?"
"Ah .. about that, it's not certain, Sire."
For a moment both were silent, but there was a delicacy of suspicion behind the eyes of Emperor Amos.
Unlike usual, I don't know what's in this heart. I find it hard to trust Berneth. He was a trusted prime minister in this empire, his devotion to the empire could not be ignored. However, there is a strange thing that makes me not believe it at this time. Uh! What am I supposed to do?
"All right! You may return, Berneth," the Emperor said.
After the death of Berneth, Emperor Amos fell silent, his gaze blank, like thinking of many things. His powerful sighs, occasionally breaking the silence of the Emperor's private rooms. Yeah, it's a big thing. Ever since Emperor Amos stripped Jorvik of the crown prince's title, the position of crown prince was vacant. This cannot happen, for the sake of tyranny, Amos must have an heir.
As a result of yesterday's events he lost his son as well as the crown prince. There are only two princesses left. Anelka as well as Bereth, there was no way the Emperor had appointed either of the two to be heir to the throne. Anelka was the son of a concubine who came from commoners, whereas Bereth had a weak physique from birth.
The only heir who was entitled was his biological son from the first empress. No one knows where the boy is. Ever since that terrible tragedy six years ago, everyone's been silent. Lock their mouths and memories, because if the truth is revealed, many lives will be lost.
The longer you think, the more you are angry with Emperor Amos. He knew what happened to him was a ruthless covert coup attempt. It is not impossible that it will happen again, for that he must immediately find the heir to the throne for the empire.
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The Duretians and Aigners knelt before Erland, all bowing to the young man's command. Erland looked smiling calmly in her chair. His face was very charismatic and gentle, making everyone love him. His green eyes add to the sensation of tenderness.
"We Durete and Aigner swore allegiance to His Royal Highness Crown Prince Erland Javier Laszlo, with devotion and blood."
The compact speech of Durete and Aigner made the sky as if he was enthused in the figure of this little young man. Erland woke up from her seat, Maizar faithfully always by her side.
"Thank you for your oath of chivalry. However, does this young me deserve to accept all of this? Please consider it well," said Erland low.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. What we're considering is mature, we understand exactly who you are. The Mees you have already proved your worthiness as heir to the throne of Grazepodhia. As Durete we have an obligation to look after and serve you, Your Majesty," Sege said.
"And we Aigners are like that, so it is appropriate that we honor you, Your Highness the Crown Prince," said Yazied Macquio, head of Aigner.
Erland simply smiled, she returned to her seat. Maizar stood on his right side. He glanced at Erland. There was a gentle smile engraved from the tiny lips of the handsome young man sitting next to her. He knew that behind Erland's calmness, there was a mature calculation that was contrary to his young age.
"Thank you for your sincerity, but I'm just an ordinary child, not the crown prince. So stop calling me like that" Erland asked.
"You are the son of Her Majesty the first Empress, so it is you who are entitled to the position of crown prince and for us the caize line cannot be ignored. Please do not deny the truth, Your Majesty," said Zeur.
Everything there confirmed what Zeur said. Although Zeur is an expressive and slightly emotional young man, when it comes to dedication, there is no doubt about it. He has the blood of three generations of Durete.
Erland's long breath stole everyone's attention, for a moment the little young man seemed to take into account a few things. Then she smiled slightly from her lips and said, "Alright, I appreciate your loyalty and dedication. It's just that I can't go back to Andorra, maybe for the moment and until the unexpected."
All appreciated Erland's decision to remain the present Erland and not return to Andorra - the imperial palace of Grazepodhia. Maizar remained faithful to accompany him, of course in the form of a black eagle. His footsteps suckled the banks of the Dish River, then headed out of the forest. Erland's journey begins here.
It was not that he was about to refuse the order of the heavens and the destiny of the universe. To him the palace was like a stranger, he only wanted to breathe free air to avoid hatred. Especially as he entered the passageway of time in the dimensional vortex, Erland saw all. The terrible tragedy that befell the mother as a result of the throne. If allowed to choose, Erland would rather be born as the son of an ordinary farmer. The free world is its breath, simplicity is its pulse.
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