I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
25. Viewpoint

Viten did not know why he could not feel the calmness in his heart. The only thing Viten felt after seeing Serethy's back disappear behind the forest trees was the strange feeling that made his heart fret.

However, Viten did his best to cover up his weakness in front of the nobles' faces. Because it's gonna be dangerous.

Nobles are a tool for Viten. However, the tool can be his greatest strength or can turn into his enemy. This made Viten need to put his fake face and smile in front of them. Viten could not show his public unrest, without exception.

Viten did the same in the process of becoming a king. It made him feel sick.

But suddenly, someone was present in his life. It was a free person so that Viten could show his true personality before him without any worries. As he is free to open his wings, to fly in space, and to dance freely there.

"Your Majesty."

Viten jerked small.

"Is something wrong? You're daydreaming."

Oh. Viten. He's in talks with Count Cliterion.

"I'm sorry, Count. I'm just worried," Viten replied with a shady smile.

"Oh? Are you worried about the Princess or Miss Clare, Your Majesty?"

Viten almost gave a reaction when Clare's name was mentioned, but she held back.

"Of course I'm worried about both candidates for the queen. These two are Asher's future, how could I not worry about them, right?"

The corner of Viten's eyes saw Cioten playing around with the young noble lady, even he was participating in the small tea party. Childishness is basic, but Viten likes the unfettered side of Cioten like this.

Viten again turned his attention to the Count.

"You are absolutely right, Your Majesty. The Princess and Miss Clare are the future of the Asher Kingdom, they are precious." Count Cliterion chuckled. "And Your Majesty, I have not previously thanked you for choosing my son to be the guardian knight of the Princess."

"That's not a big deal. The Princess apparently had a complicated interest in Sir Derick, so I made Sir Derick the knight of the Princess."

"Yes, it's probably because my son was the first person the Princess met after being thrown in jail. I have no ill intentions, Your Majesty. It is precisely my pleasure that Cliterion's blood can finally be of use to the Asher Kingdom bloodline."

Viten only nodded small, still with his fake smile. Count Cliterion was so good at his family that it was almost like licking Viten.

All the nobles in Viten's eyes were the same creature. They seek strength and want to embrace it alone. People are not satisfied with just what they have right now.

"How long has time passed?"

"Twenty minutes, Your Majesty."

Ten more minutes of competition time for the two queen candidates would be over. However, neither Serethy nor Clare have shown any signs that they are finishing the competition.

"Time-"

Viten's sentence was cut off when a dazzling light filled his vision.

Not only Viten, but all the nobles who were there shouted in surprise when a light struck them.

It was a warm and mysterious light, but it did not hurt them. Instead of hurting, the light spread warmth and serenity in each other's hearts.

"I-This!" The nobles started muttering with a feeling of surprise.

They cannot help but be surprised when they are fully aware of what this shining light is. It was a light that came from a holy power, a power that only the beloved people of the Sun God possessed.

"The way is from the forest!"

"Who has this much holy power?"

"Dear people of the Sun God will appear!"

"AH! Prince! Please hold!"

Although many murmurs were airborne in the sky, Viten's sense of hearing could catch the screams of the young miss who had previously held a tea party with Cioten.

Viten was certainly very worried about his sister's state so he thoughtlessly ran straight towards Cioten.

Cioten knelt on the grassy ground, whose green color had now been replaced by a deep red. The fishy liquid flowed through Cioten's mouth and nose, making his condition even more miserable.

Cioten looked up at Viten who was now kneeling before him.

"Sister."

"Cio—"

"The light."

"Don't bica—"

"The light healed me."

Pupil Viten instantly shook violently. He looked up, staring at the light that was still shining through the air. This golden light was known as part of the holy power. Viten knew that because he was originally a prince who learned to be king.

And this light cures the disease of Cioten that no one knows his name.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure, Brother. My body is getting lighter."

Viten stood up, straightened his body. At the same time, the holy light disappeared.

"Quick find the Princess and Miss Clare. Bring both of them safely! This situation was obviously awkward so make sure also where this holy power came from!" Viten said his command was on a group of soldiers who had prepared and raised their respective weapons.

After hearing the command of her king, they immediately split the two groups head north and west to search for the two candidates for the queen.

***

"I'm sorry, Miss Clare." Alverro knelt on the ground, soiling his black robe with a brown stain of the ground.

Plaque! Alverro felt a sense of pain on his left cheek, especially his face had been injured with minor burns due to the holy light attack.

The holy power only reacts to good things, while it attacks evil things. Alverro tried to kill Serethy, then the holy power would attack him because Alverro was considered 'evil'.

"You failed and dared to show me your face?!" Clare shouted in anger.

The assassin behind Clare quietly took a step back, preparing to flee if things got any more complicated.

If everything goes according to plan, Alverro should have killed Serethy. And in order to settle the suspicions on Clare, someone had to attack Clare as well. That's what the hit man behind Clare is for.

However, their plan failed completely.

"I'm sorry, Miss Clare. That bastard woman turned out to be a saintess. I—"

"Verro." Clare's cold tone cut out Alverro's sentence. "I don't need your excuses and your defense because you failed to kill that bitch! You should have killed that woman quickly! You should have killed that woman before she showed her strength! You failed, Verro! You have failed! You know best that I don't need any useless pawns at all!"

Alverro let out the most miserable voice from behind his lips. Her tears came out, accompanying the red liquid that was also getting louder.

Alverro could not lie to himself if his eyes hurt, even his eyes grew blurry and dark. Alverro would not be surprised if he ended up blind due to the attack of the holy power from Serethy.

However, getting an apology from her nonanya is more important than anything. More important than a whack wound, more important than a scratch on every part of his body, more important than his diminishing strength.

Alverro loves Clare. No, rather than being referred to as love, Alverro was obsessed with Clare.

Clare pulls Alverro from the darkness of despair, bringing Alverro into a world so sparkling. Gratitude alone was not enough to repay Clare's kindness, so Alverro would do anything, absolutely anything, to satisfy Clare, satisfy the person she loved.

Alverro grabs Clare's two hands, trying to do what she often does to Clare to beg for mercy; tasting each of Clare's fingers lovingly, so that Clare is willing to grant her forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, Miss Clare. I'm useless. I'm Miss's useless pawn, but please don't throw me out. I love Miss Clare, please don't throw me out."

Alverro sobbed violently while drowning his face in Clare's hands, while his body trembled faintly.

"Don't throw me away, Miss Clare."

Clare's black eyes looked at the kneeling man and begged Clare as a cheap slut with a cold look.

"You're a useless pawn, Alverro."

Clare could feel Alverro's head nodding loudly. "You're right, Miss Clare. I'm useless, please punish me, but please don't throw me out."

"I hate you."

"I love you, Miss Clare."

"I've been playing too much with the Princess."

"I hate you."

"I love you so much, Miss Clare. Please don't throw me out. Accept me, please accept me."

Clare wanted to retaliate, but the clattering of approaching footsteps made Clare undo her intentions.

"Miss Clare! Where are you? Your Majesty told us to look for you!"

Alverro looked at Clare with both chaotic eyes, full of tears and splattered blood. That's so messy. It looks so pathetic.

"I'm going, Miss Clare." Alverro straightened her body and ran away from Clare. Alverro climbed a tree with dense foliage to hide.

"Miss Clare, thank goodness you're okay!" A soldier smiled in satisfaction when he found Clare.

"The competition isn't over yet, why is His Majesty looking for me?"

The soldier stared at each other with his group members. "Of course because of that holy power, Miss Clare! Feeling that this situation was awkward, the competition had to be stopped."

"Oh? And I haven't caught a single rabbit yet" Clare murmured in a disappointed tone.

"It's okay, Miss Clare. I'm sure that the competition will resume at a later date." The vision of one of the soldiers was fixed on Clare's hands. "Miss Clare, are you hurt?"

Clare looked at the soldier's gaze, and found blood splattered on her hands.

It was Alverro's blood flowing from the wounds in both of his eyes.

"It's not my blood, it's from the hit men who came after me." Clare glanced behind her, discovering that the assassin she hired had escaped. Goody.

"What?! How could anyone attack you?!"

"That's a possible thing. They wanted Asher so badly to be miserable that they wanted to kill the queen candidate. Isn't that obvious? Of course many other kingdoms do not want peace for Asher."

"ah! I must report this to the Commander immediately! Miss Clare, let's go back to the starting line and check your wounds."

Clare nodded obediently. Before he followed the footsteps of the soldiers, Clare glanced at the dense foliage where Alverro was hiding.

Alverro immediately flinched and his body trembled violently when he saw Clare's cold look directed at him.

Alverro then looked at Clare's departure with an increasingly blurry view. At the very least, blood had stopped flowing from both of his eyes.

However, this time Alverro was overpowered by a real fear. Various thoughts filled his mind and submerged himself within the swamp of despair.

What if Clare threw it away? What if Clare threw it away? What if Clare threw it away? How if—

After his mind was filled with negative thoughts that made the man sob again, Alverro gave up on his own defense and let both eyes close. Let the poor man rest for a moment.

...***...

Viten had never felt this scared before. Never in his life was he overpowered by such strange feelings.

"Your Majesty, this is difficult." The Royal Physician who examined Serethy's body spoke nervously.

Viten felt his body tremble due to the emotions piling up in the recesses of his heart. Fear, worry, anger, confusion rule it into one. Makes everything more complicated.

Viten was filled with uncertain feelings. Especially when Viten saw the limp body of Serethy in the sling of Sir Derick, where the knight led the search for Serethy in the western part of the jungle hunting competition arena.

"Say." The sound of Viten airing sounded so cold.

The Royal Doctor gulped his saliva at the pressure he received from Viten. Even the Royal Physician was unable to make eye contact directly for fear that the spotlight could kill him.

"The body of the Princess is getting colder."

Viten tightened his fist so that he could feel the pain of his nails piercing the surface of the palm.

"The Princess' heart rate is fading. I'm not sure anymore, Your Majesty. I also feel afraid to say this, but the life of the Princess is a decision on the Princess herself."

"What do you mean?"

"If the Princess still has the will to live, then the Princess will wake up. Otherwise, then on the contrary, death would be the end for the Princess."

The Royal Physician took a huge risk just by announcing the situation of Serethy to Viten, who was now apparently preparing to kill the Royal Physician.

"Does the Princess want to live?" Viten's voice was cold and pressing, making the Royal Physician goosebumps violently.

"Nobody knows about it except the Princess herself."

"Go. Out."

With those two words, the Royal Physician dashed out of the tent where Serethy lay weakly. The Royal Physician heaved a sigh of relief after guaranteeing his own life.

Meanwhile, Viten approached Serethy and knelt beside Serethy's bed.

Serethy's clothes were dirty and torn in various places, but Serethy was unharmed. Exclude how his face seemed to lose the dimness of life. Pale.

As Viten clasped Serethy's hand, Viten felt a freeze. It's chilly. Why is his body so cold? It was as if his soul had wandered around and returned to the mortal realm. The pulse was faint, making Viten desperate.

Viten kissed the back of Serethy's hand for a long time. "Hold, Serethy. Please. Hang in. For me, for yourself, for Asher."

After that, Viten's other hand rose, his fingers fixing Serethy's pink hair that covered Serethy's pretty face. His fingers stroked Serethy's cheeks, then rose to her forehead, and descended to her lips.

Finally after a long time, Viten was able to touch that beautiful face again after his last touch at Marquis Krone's party. Viten needs to refrain from touching Serethy. Wouldn't it be strange if Viten had the urge to touch the girl?

Viten always felt that when he touched Serethy, the girl would be devastated. However, Viten knows best that the girl is the most powerful girl that Viten has ever met.

Viten is drawn to Serethy because he is lonely, but now Viten realizes that Serethy is more than that. Serethy is not a reason for Viten to drive away loneliness, but because something inside him is turbulent and Viten is foreign to it. However, he realized that the gluttony within to embrace the pink hair owner into his embrace was real.

After touching Serethy's face, Viten stood up. He came out of the tent and found that the three people who were always around Serethy had been waiting.

"Sister, I'll be in."

"I'm going to see the Princess, Your Majesty."

"I don't want to fight Your Majesty, I just want to see the Princess."

Viten sighed and let the three men enter the tent.

Meanwhile, Viten meets the Knight Commander.

"Bring the bastards who attacked the Princess to the palace dungeon. Torture them if necessary to obtain useful information."

The Knight Commander kneels at Viten and executes Viten's orders.

Meanwhile, Viten also had to postpone the hunting competition for both the queen candidates and the nobles. Then, create a new schedule to hold a hunting competition.

"Serethy, while I have to overcome the nobles, you have to endure. Live," muttered Viten. His voice was only an octave above the wind, so no one could hear the loving tone in it.

...***...

When Luna finally got her turn on duty, her light could enter the window grille of a very luxurious residence.

The candle was not left lit so it only displayed two silhouettes in a magnificent room.

"Fuck, huh?"

"That's right, Dad." A voice that was younger than the previous sound rang out, breaking up the reverberation, breaking apart the silence. "Nobody would have thought that Serethy had the power of saintess."

The man called 'Dad' only snorted. "Isn't her mother a cursed saintess? So, it's possible if the holy power is passed down on his daughter."

"That's right. It's just that, it never existed in history if the sacred power aimed to hurt. Serethy's holy power hurt the seven people we sent, Father."

"The girl is unique. He let the impossible be possible."

"As expected of the former Princess of Matria Kingdom, isn't it?"

"That's right. And now, let her enjoy her peaceful life as the Princess of the Kingdom of Asher."

"I like that reality, Dad. It will make him off guard, then we can catch him like a predator who is looking for prey. Wouldn't that be so much fun?"

In the silhouette that failed to display the father and son figures perfectly, engraved a psychopathic smile on his sweet lips.