Erbe
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The two faced each other, Jorvik and also Erland. Each one holds his favorite sword. The faces of the two of them were not joking. However, Erland again looked calm. He is much younger than Jorvik.

Even the creaking of their swords made the sky bow in fear, the level of Erland's knowledge was not inferior to Jorvik who had been specially trained by the chosen generals in the palace since childhood. They fought in different air spaces, others could only see, without being able to hear and touch both.

In the umpteenth style, Erland managed to suppress Jorvik. This is no coincidence. Erland was indeed superior to her half-brother. Both in terms of science and mental. And with a single pull of the sword, Erland drained his pure air until Jorvik was knocked out and severely injured.

Erland sheathed back her sword, and smiled. A second later he bowed his little body a sign of respect for the older brother. Fresh blood flowed from the tip of Jorvik's lips, his chest turning blue and his arm slashed by Erland's sword.

"Why? Why did you put your sword in again? Pull and slash my neck. I'm ready to accept this bet, if that's what you want."

Erland simply smiled in response to Jorvik's words. He approached and extended his hand. At first Jorvik hesitated to accept the helping hand, but he saw the sincerity of his half-brother's face. As his hands shook, Erland again drained pure energy from within his tribe, he healed Jorvik's internal and physical wounds. In an instant Jorvik returned healthy and fresh.

"Whatchu mean? Why are you even helping me?" ask Jorvik wonder.

"Sister is already injured, that's enough to end this fight. I don't want to continue" Erland replied.

"Why?"

This time Jorvik asked with great earnestness, his bead eyes staring intently at Erland. Ask for explanations that are acceptable to his common sense. Again, he got a surprise from his brother.

"I just don't want to fight. Hatred will not bring happiness. Just get here, brother. Go home!"

"But .. You are the winner of this fight. I have the right to get a penalty from our bet earlier. Tell me what should I do?"jorvik Cecar.

"I don't want anything from you, brother."

"You fool!"

Erland just laughed hearing that. He knew Jorvik wasn't that bad, just that his ambition and ego were overrated. The more he was treated this gently with his sister, the more Jorvik felt unwell.

"Why did you insist on asking me to punish you?" ask Erland.

"Since you are the victor of the battle, a knight who loses and gets forgiveness from his opponent will be a mockery. I don't want that to happen to me."

"Their pride is too expensive, brother. Well, if that's your wish, I'll grant it" Erland said.

For a moment the two were silent, the eyes of the two met, there was a line of taste that neither of them had ever felt. Strange and unusual. Erland quickly continued her words.

"So don't go back to the palace. Just be ordinary. Fix the mistakes that happened. Only big brother can you rely on right now. I'll find my own way. Let's just say none of this ever happened. I'm sorry I have to go" said Erland who immediately moved.

"Wait!" prevent Jorvik.

"Where are you? You are the only legitimate heir to the throne. I wasn't. Go back to where you should be. I know myself enough."

"No, Brother. I'm sorry," said Erland again.

"So much do you hate His Majesty, not your father?"

This time Erland steadfastly stepped over without turning her head, the thin veil shackling the two slowly opened. In fact, Erland did not look at the father. Although Emperor Amos looked indifferent, his little heart seemed to be slashed. There's a sense of pain there. He wanted to run and hug Erland, a child he had never met since birth.

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"This time I just want proof from you, Jorvik. Prove your loyalty to the empire. Until that happens, your status remains as an outside prisoner. If you make a mistake once again, then I will cut off your vocal cords myself" Emperor Amos threatened.

"Thank you for your kindness, Sire."

The rest of the room fell silent, this pardon of the former crown prince became a turning point for the left wing of the empire. They were happy to see this situation. This would even backfire on the emperor.

After saluting, Jorvik left the main hall of the imperial palace. However, just as he was about to twist his body, the emperor Amos rebuked him.

"What ... didn't the boy say anything?" ask His Majesty Emperor Amos.

"No!"

Jorvik's powerful and resolute answer made a different belief in the person of Emperor Amos. There was a hint of disappointment implied from the twinkle of his eyes, but he was trying to accept this reality. It was only natural that Erland hated him. The tragedy had really broken Erland's heart, perhaps even his hope.

Maybe I'm the most disobedient father in the world. Very cruel father. However, I was helpless against the sky. I honestly love that kid. His face reminds me of his mother. She looks a lot like her mother. The poor, soft-hearted woman who was the victim of tyrannical arrogance.

Not that I don't love him, it's just that this heart can't lie. Our marriage was just a painful play. Uh! If this is the case, I should have rejected the match from the beginning. I'm sorry, son.

Amos came down from his throne to his private room. His current feelings were mixed, his heart was not calm. The guilt tormented him so much. Comfortable luxurious rooms can not make it lena. It was as if that dark memory was spinning again in his brain now.

"What should I do?"

Amos sat on his big bed. Both of his hands grabbed the hair, as if that sense of despair was thickening in him. His nanarrow eyes stared wryly at each wall of the room as if hoping for a miracle to happen.

"If the child forgives me, I will never forgive myself."

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"We're very happy to see you back at the palace, Your Majesty," said the Grand Duke of Orlands.

"Is this something to be celebrated?" sindir Jorvik's.

"Sorry Your Majesty, I don't understand what you mean. Isn't this a happy thing?"

Jorvik turned his body to face the uncle. His heart was still upset by the treatment he received during his time in the dungeon. Moreover, at this time he had to accept his crushing defeat of Erland.

"Where were you when I was in the dungeon? No one's trying to save me from that godforsaken place. And now you say something happy? Should I be happy? Should I smile at this time?"

All speechless, there was anger from Jorvik's tone. They also know for sure Jorvik's ambitious nature and high self-esteem. It was very dangerous if they were to mispronounce right now, their lives would be at stake.

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