Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 116 "The Story of the Dancing Girl and the King of Tyrants"

Orte, Laperm Continent

Winter has passed after a while. Spring came to greet, the sunshine greeted warmly and the wind blew away the joyful scent of children laughing cheerfully under the fluttering of flowers in the field. As it is today, like any ordinary day, the children are either at what age they are, dancing and running around with their friends. Their faces were adorned with smiles that were even equivalent to the sweetness of honey.

“You won't be able to catch up with me, haha!” With the provocative phrase that was addressed to the pursuer, the other children laughed and started running back faster to avoid the chasing pursuer while shouting in a desperate manner, threatening to tickle them to tears if anyone is caught in his hands.

“I'll tickle you to tears if I can catch one of you!!”

“You can only brag when you run like a turtle, Ryoly!” Others chuckled at the blond boy's words, but they knew that it was only a joke and that there was no intention of him to offend others. For the children of the village are children of good character.

“Kids, quickly return to your homes! Cello, come home soon!” The sound of the call made the children stop playing and turn to find a middle-aged woman coming in a hurry. One of them asked, “What's up, Aunty?”

The woman replied, “The royal guard will pass through this village. So immediately return to your homes!”

For children, there is nothing more frightening than hearing about something related to the kingdom. No, not even adults and parents. It is no longer a secret that the Kingdom of Vlover has a very cruel king, and even deserves to be dubbed as a tyrant who has no heart or even feelings. “A-I want to go home!”

“I too! Bye!” Soon the children dispersed and rushed back to their homes. In an instant, the field of flowers full of laughter became a quiet field.

Taps.. Taps.. Taps..

The boy ran down the street to get to his house. But from a distance, his ears caught the sound of a horse-drawn carriage and a continuous, unbroken horse tread. He increased his running speed, but his legs were too slow for immediately, a horse carriage approached behind him. His heart was beating loudly, maybe it was only a few meters away. It was enough to pull a bow and shoot him with an arrow covered in the most deadly poison.

Tesss..

Look, even she's been crying. His steps slowed down, and for a moment, when he turned around and saw the sword swinging towards him, as the guards might think he was fouling the King's path, he would die. With his head cut off maybe? Or an open back with a gaping wound?

To a young child, having such thoughts might sound very unreasonable, yet every night, their grandmother or grandfather, mother or father even their older brother would tell such a terrible story about King Vlover, who was the only one who had ever lived, giving them an idea of the cruelest death they would have suffered, if they dared to confront and even offend the King.

Crash!!

“Kylo!!” The woman ran, approaching a child lying on the street. Oh, there's a big snake cut beside him with splashed blood.

Will the King really be that cruel?

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“Do you need anything, Your Majesty?” The knight riding on the right side of the chariot asked the king who was sitting comfortably in a pure gold-plated red carriage. The voice of the King who answered sounded cold, but it carried a unique impression and a trapping mysteriousness. “No.”

There was silence for a few moments, until the King's magnetic voice was heard again, along with the opening of a curtain covering the horse-drawn carriage. “Knight Bronz.”

“Ya, Your Majesty?” Ask the Bronze Baron. Am I neat enough?” That question made Bronze a little bit almost manahan laugh in his heart. Oh, of course you are. Who would have thought that King Vlover who was known as a tyrant turned out to be just a stiff man who was even hesitant to think about whether he was neat enough to attend a party invitation in the neighboring kingdom for the basis of tightening the rope relationship brotherhood. Or in fact, the King of the neighboring kingdom used this feast as an alibi to introduce his daughter to the King. Who could not guess it other than his own King, try?

“Ya His Majesty. You've been very neat.” Reveal Bronze. The man of Mellose's nationality did not lie. A pair of orange beads examined the King's appearance.

A pair of soft, drooping green beads. Such a pair of eyes gave him the impression of being lazy and cold simultaneously, but it also hid the trace of warmth present within. Her eyelashes are long and bushy with a natural deep color. Thick reddish pink lips, with a firmly arched nose and eyebrows, gave him the appearance of a courageous leader. This saar, the handsome man with the black strands of hair combed sideways was wearing a white surta suit with gold studs. The trousers are white with black boots mounted nicely in length. What made his appearance grand and majestic, was a red robe with golden ropes hanging from him.

How does such an appearance need to be worried? Even if he attended an event facing the Emperor wearing only a silk nightshirt, he could not be booed from the point of appearance for using anything, he is a very beautiful man.

“Really? My appearance is neat?” He asked back with his always cold and flat tone.

Bronze nodded her head steadily. “Whatever His Majesty wears is very suitable. Your appearance is very outstanding, Your Excellency Christopher!”

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