Eternal Star City, Twilight Star District.
"Your Highness, Wya, please wait!"
Glover avoided a cart that was pulling goods and hurriedly caught up to Thales, who did not stop walking.
"Forgive me, but have you thought about what you want to do?"
Kohen followed closely behind him. Perhaps because he knew that his work was meaningful, the police officer was in a good mood.
"Don't worry, that's Ty … Wya. Just like in Eckstedt, he has his own ideas. We just need to obediently do as he says —"
"I haven't thought about it yet," Thales suddenly said.
Kohen instantly choked.
Thales did not even turn his head. He only cared about moving forward.
"By the way, I haven't thought about it yet when I was in Eckstedt either."
Kohen blinked and watched the prince's back in a daze.
Glover sighed.
"Your Highness, forgive me for being blunt." He caught up to the teenager.
"No matter what we want to do, we might as well follow Lord Mallos' suggestion and inform Madam Jines first …"
'Mallos.'
Thales remembered something and stopped walking.
Glover and Kohen stopped. Thankfully, they did not bump into the teenager's back.
They then realized that they were standing at the crossroads at the corner of the street. They were facing Renaissance Avenue, which ran from the north to the south of the kingdom.
Turning right was the way back to Mindis Hall. As for turning left …
"Zombies," Thales said.
"Kommodore said that Mallos made arrangements before we entered the palace to find a reason to send you out of Mindis Hall and fetch me outside the palace?"
Kohen looked up in confusion.
"Mallos … Oh, the big brother we met in Mindis Hall last time?"
Glover ignored him and nodded without hesitation.
"His Grace said that the matter at the banquet is not a trivial matter. After you enter the palace, any accidents can happen.
"He must consider the worst case scenario and leave some useful manpower for you, so that you will not be alone and helpless, and we will be at a loss without a leader."
Thales was stunned at first, then he smiled.
"That guy, although he goes against me every day, he still has some redeeming qualities, right?"
Glover nodded cautiously.
"Before he became the watchman, His Grace was the herald of the Command Division. He was in charge of delivering Guard Captain Adrian's orders to each division. Most of the time, what he said was the Guard Captain's will."
Thales snorted softly.
"Yeah, that guy looks like … he knows a little bit about everything, but he also hides a little bit about everything."
As expected of the watchman.
Thales sighed in his heart.
"Zombie, how long have you been in the royal guard?"
Glover was stunned, but he instinctively replied,
"I'm still inexperienced, Your Highness. Not even six years."
With complicated emotions in his heart, Thales' gaze pierced through the passing carriages and pedestrians. Through the gaps between their figures, he looked towards the end of the road.
Under the setting sun, the towering and heavy dark pyramid stood silently. It was like a huge lock that descended from the sky, firmly pressing down on the heart of Eternal Star City and even the entire Constellation.
"What about Mallos?"
Glover's expression became stern.
"Lord Mallos is one of the first batch of Royal Guards to be reorganized after His Majesty Kessel was crowned. For more than ten years, the new guards have come and gone, but His Lordship has always been there. "
Thales nodded thoughtfully.
"So, eighteen years."
"So, he has already surrounded Renaissance Palace and served beside the throne for eighteen years. That's why he can be so skilled, so indifferent, so calm, and so farsighted."
Under the hood, Thales stared at the dark and deep ancient palace.
"Regardless of whether it was stopping me from showing my face in public when I entered the city, dealing with the situation at the royal banquet, or making arrangements before disaster struck.
"It seems that this is his instinct, his normal way of life. He has seen through it, adapted to it, and is used to it. He deals with it as it comes and accepts it."
Just like a veteran actor who is used to a stage and a play, he repeats similar lines countless times.
Cohen, who was out of sorts, stared at Renaissance Palace at the end of the road in boredom. He did not bother to hide his yawn.
"Um, it's already evening …"
Thales suddenly spoke and interrupted him.
"Do you know what we are facing now?"
Glover frowned.
Thales sank into deep thought.
"Thread."
Glover and Cohen were both stunned.
"Thread?"
Thales nodded.
"Yes, just like in puppet shows, the strings on the idol's body have two ends."
"One end is over there, and the other is over here.
"It involves me, Mallos, and everyone else's every move."
Thales stared at the thick and heavy pyramid in the distance, lost in thought.
When he was young, the palace was like a layer of clouds floating in the sky. Although it could not be touched, it always made people look up and stare at it.
Now, when he could really touch it …
Thales slowly stretched out his left hand, bent his thumb and forefinger, and slowly trapped Renaissance Palace in his sight between his fingers.
At that moment, it looked exquisite and delicate, as if everything was under his control.
However, no matter how he retracted his fingers, all Thales could feel was the rustling autumn wind that blew past his palm. It left no trace behind, only a chill.
"Just like in Dragon Clouds City, Blade Fangs Camp, and the Prison of Bones." The teenager frowned.
"In everything that happened, there was always a thread that pulled everything together, and in the end, it gathered into a torrent that surged forward."
Cohen listened in a daze until he caught hold of a term he could understand:
"What? You went to the Prison of Bones? That place where you can only enter but not exit? "
Following Thales' movements, Glover looked at Renaissance Palace in the distance, and he became alert.
"Thread. You mean, whether it was the accident at the banquet or the disturbance today, you were used and manipulated by someone?"
Cohen glanced at the zombie, and he became equally alert.
"What banquet? What accident? What disturbance? "
Thales shook his head gently.
"No."
"Based on past experience, as long as I understand where the thread is, see through it, grab it, and split it open, I can see the exit of the maze, even if there is another maze behind the exit."
But Thales' expression became even more solemn.
"But this time," the teenager said solemnly.
"This time is a little more special."
He stared at the tiny Renaissance Palace between his fingers, and he felt that it was becoming more and more illusory and distant.
Glover listened attentively, but did not speak.
In the next second, the golden setting sun passed through the gaps between Thales' fingers, illuminating the scar on his palm that was difficult to remove because of the many cuts he made.
When he thought of this, a dull pain came from his palm, replacing the illusory chill.
"It's not so clear, not so specific, and not so direct. The end of the thread at the other end is not even a person.
"Sometimes, I even feel that everything is just my imagination, and there is no thread at all."
Thales put down his palm and exhaled.
"But that's not the case.
"The thread still exists, but because there are too many of them, too many of them, too thick, too dense, and tangled together, I can't start, and it's hard for me to detect them."
Cohen was in great pain as he listened, but when he saw that Glover was also puzzled, he immediately felt much more at ease.
"Because a long time ago, I only needed to solve a single thread." Thales' eyes were burning. "The right to inherit the throne of the second prince, King Nuven's anger, Lampard's ambition, the archduchess' rule …
"Simple, convenient, and clean."
It was already evening, and the number of people on Renaissance Avenue gradually increased. Those who had finished work, those who went to the market, those who took shifts, those who were strolling, and those who were in a hurry were surging with people. The endless stream of people and carriages blocked the view of Renaissance Palace in the distance.
But Thales stared at its silhouette. His gaze never lost focus because of the palace's occasional disappearance.
"But now …
"The ownership of Blade Fangs Camp, the resistance in Western Desert, the undercurrent in Mindis Hall, the shadow of Renaissance Palace, the actions of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, the stance of the Seven Jadestar Attendants, and the meaning of the Star Lake Guards." Thales' expression became more solemn as he spoke.
"Ever since I returned to the kingdom and stepped into Constellation, there has been more than one thing, one hand, and one person that has been affecting, restricting, and oppressing me.
"I need to solve more than one thread."
The chaos in Western Desert, Mallos of the Royal Guards, the gaze from the throne, the hostility from Iris Flowers, the accident at the royal banquet, the war in Eckstedt, the agenda of the Imperial Conference, the encounter in the Secret Intelligence Department …
Countless figures flashed before Thales' eyes, like countless images flashing in his mind.
"In fact, every time I untie a thread, I sink myself into more, deeper, messier, and more complicated threads — the kingdom, enfeoffment, history, power, and so on."
He took a deep breath.
"I don't know when it started, but what I had to face was no longer just threads.
"Instead, it was an entire net formed by countless threads."
The moment he finished speaking, Thales suddenly felt that the illusory silhouette of Renaissance Palace in the distance began to change. It was as if it had walked out of a painting. The edges and corners were so distinct that they seemed tangible.
Glover tried hard to understand the prince's words.
Kohen was drowsy from listening, so he decided to let his mind wander.
"That's why it's ethereal and mysterious. It's empty and formless, and its form can't be seen even in the clouds and fog.
"But it's also more oppressive and suffocating.
"The worst thing is that it's closely following my every move, word, and thought."
Thales stared at Renaissance Palace in front of him. He felt that the oppressive and tangible feeling became clearer, as if it had a sharp blade, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Under its shadow, I'm no longer the me I know, and I'm no longer the Thales Jadestar who survived in the Northern Wastes.
"Every move I make is tightly controlled by it. I can no longer freely make decisions without any worries."
Thales touched his heart.
"But when I draw my sword and look around, I'm at a loss and confused. I don't know where I should slash."
Thales exhaled, but his gaze became more determined.
"Net … Forgive me for being slow, Your Highness." Glover shook his head.
"I don't quite understand."
"Ha, you don't understand?" Kohen snapped out of his daze and was instantly overjoyed.
"I just —"
Thales gave him a sidelong glance.
"You understand?"
Kohen was stared at, and his tone instantly became awkward.
"I, um, uh …"
"Very good." Thales raised his eyebrows.
"I knew you understood."
Kohen's expression froze on his face.
"What a pity," Thales sighed and said.
"Others don't understand."
Glover looked at this and that. He was completely at a loss.
"It's okay. We understand, and that's enough." Thales patted Kohen's shoulder with a gratified expression.
In response, Kohen could only force an awkward but polite smile.
A few seconds later, Thales snorted and laughed heartily.
"I'm not joking anymore. Actually, everyone has experienced that feeling, but most of the time, we don't realize it."
Thales' tone became serious.
"For example, you, zombie. You come from a noble family and serve on the throne, but you've been through many hardships in the past, and you're covered in mud. The two of you are entangled with each other. Every time you try to reach out to one of them, the other will roll back like a wave, suffocating you."
Glover's expression changed slightly.
"And you, Kohen. You're alone on the battlefield with only a sword, and you overcome all obstacles. But at the end of your journey, you realize that what you have to face is not just crimes and order, but everything in Lower City District."
Kohen was stunned, and he fell into deep thought.
"Just like me, what you face is an entire net."
Thales let out a long sigh and turned around again. He faced the seemingly endless Renaissance Avenue, and Renaissance Palace, which was hidden in countless people.
They were silent for a while.
"Then …" Glover's voice was hoarse and sluggish, as if he had encountered some difficulties and obstacles. "What should we do?"
Thales' pupils shrank slowly. The scene reflected in his eyes had Renaissance Palace firmly in his mind.
"According to what the leader of Black Street Brotherhood said …
"First of all …" Thales recalled the madness of Dragon's Blood that night, and the corners of his lips curled up subconsciously.
"We have to change our minds."
Glover's expression did not change, but his gaze shifted.
Kohen was puzzled.
"How do we change our minds?"
Thales lowered his head and looked at the scar on his palm again.
"The net we face can never be cut, broken free, or even undone."
As Thales spoke, he slowly extended his hand towards Renaissance Palace. He spread his fingers and covered every corner of the ancient palace.
"But it is also because of this," the prince said softly, as if he did not hear anything, "You, me, him, and them … all of us are in it."
The teenager's tone was cold, and his gaze was indifferent. Glover felt a chill run down his spine.
"We have been under its control for a long time."
Thales clenched his fist tightly, and Renaissance Palace was completely in his palm.
"We are powerless to escape."
In the next moment, Thales resolutely stepped out of the corner of the street and walked onto Renaissance Avenue.
Glover and Kohen looked at each other. They were puzzled, but Thales was already far away. They could only chase after him.
At this moment …
"Your … Wya!"
The three of them turned their heads at the same time and saw another cloaked figure hurriedly catching up to them from the other side of the road.
When the other person came closer, Thales saw his face clearly and said in surprise,
"Kommodore, you're awake?"
Gianluca Kommodore, the second-class protector of the Royal Guards who was taken down by Kohen and Glover in Laurel Club, panted and trembled in excitement. He looked as if he had just survived a desperate situation.
"I was scared to death. When I woke up, all of you were gone. There was only a man who was pulling down his pants …"
Kohen frowned and looked at Glover. The latter was expressionless.
Kommodore's eyes were filled with tears.
"I went back to Mindis Hall. All of you were not there, so I went to Renaissance Palace. The guards also said that all of you did not come, so I could only run to Eastern City District to call for help …"
Kommodore suddenly saw Kohen's figure, and he instantly gritted his teeth.
"Hey, you're that bastard …"
Kohen was shocked. He quickly pulled down his hood.
"Ahem, Lorbec, I am Lorbec Deira …"
"Lorbec Deira …"
Kommodore muttered this name, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.
"How dare you!"
He grabbed Kohen's collar.
"How dare you pretend to be Western City Police Station's Director Lorbec!"
Kohen, who was at a loss for what to do after his identity was exposed, lowered his head and leaned forward.
"Let me tell you, I am an inner city police officer. I know the internal affairs of the police station very well …"
Thales felt a headache coming on. He coughed.
"Karabeyan."
"This man is the heir of Walla Hill and Sword of the Twin Towers, Kohen Karabeyan. He is now a police officer in the capital."
Kommodore was stunned. He spent a few seconds thinking about the meaning of this name.
"Oh, oh, oh, so it's Young Master Karabeyan!"
The protector instantly became as enthusiastic as fire, and he smiled like a flower.
He loosened his grip on Kohen's collar, and in a very natural manner, he adjusted Kohen's clothes.
"What a coincidence. Um, I was once a police officer as well. We are in the same profession. Ah, it's a misunderstanding. If I knew that you were visiting in secret …"
Kohen stared at him in a daze. He could not react to the situation.
However, in the next second, another sobbing voice traveled into their ears from afar.
"Your Highness!"
The few of them were shocked. Another man in civilian clothes moved stiffly towards them with a limp. The passersby looked at him.
Glover saw the man's face clearly, and he covered his forehead in pain.
“D.D？”
Thales frowned.
"Aren't you recuperating?"
The first-grade protector beside Thales, Danny Doyle pounced on the teenager with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, Your Highness! But I, Kommodore came to my house to look for me. I heard about what happened in Mindis Hall — "
"Silence!"
Glover pulled Doyle up rudely and dragged him to the corner of the street. At the same time, he looked around vigilantly and whispered,
"Wya. His Highness' current alias is Wya. "
Doyle was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
"Oh oh oh, okay, Wya! Kommodore didn't make it clear. He said that all of you went to look for a woman, but you found an androgynous one. Then, a strong and tough man came. Then, he fainted from the pain, and all of you disappeared — "
"Hey, Doyle! It's been a long time! "Kohen happily appeared beside Doyle and slapped his back!
"Argh!" Doyle screamed in pain and pounced into Glover's arms.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Kohen stretched out his hand in confusion.
He looked puzzled, "Why do you walk like a duck, and explode with just one slap?"
Doyle endured the pain in his back and laid on Glover's body. He turned around to take a look.
"What's going on?"
Doyle's face was contorted. He pointed at Kohen with his thumb angrily and asked Glover in a low voice,
"Why this guy?"
Glover pulled Doyle off him without batting an eyelid.
"You know, His Highness — The fool beside Wya has applied for leave. We couldn't find another fool, so we could only use him as a substitute."
Doyle groaned weakly and immediately became puzzled.
"Oh, the fool's substitute … Wait, who's the fool who applied for leave?"
Glover pursed his lips tightly.
"Hey! Both of you! "
Kohen waved his hand indignantly at the side.
"Don't speak ill of me behind my back — I can hear what you're saying! I, hear! Yes! Yes! Did you hear? I can hear! Did you hear? "
Glover shrugged at Doyle.
Doyle frowned and looked at Kohen, then at Glover, who had regained his cool. In the end, he lowered his head and sighed.
"Alright, so be it if he's a fool. Perhaps I'm really one." Doyle helplessly patted Kohen's shoulder.
"No matter what, thank you for taking my place and serving His Highness."
This time, it was Kohen's turn to be surprised.
"Huh? What's wrong with you today? You're a little different from usual? Why aren't you talking back? "
"It's nothing. It's just that before I do something," Doyle tightened the clothes on his back and grimaced as he smiled bitterly.
"You have to weigh the scales first."
Once he said that, Glover could not help but look at him in a different light.
"What the f * ck." Kohen looked at Doyle in surprise.
"Playboy … You've grown up!"
Doyle returned him a melancholic smile.
So, Kohen was pleased. Without holding back, he slapped Doyle's back again.
Listening to Doyle's screams and watching their reunion, Thales curled up the corners of his lips. He suddenly felt that today was not so bad after all.
But at that moment, a faintly discernible strange feeling surged in his heart.
'Hmm?'
Thales subconsciously turned around and looked at the crowd behind him.
The moment he turned around, the crowd on the street suddenly became restless.
"It's so noisy behind."
"What happened?"
"Was there a car accident?"
The other members of the Star Lake Guards also noticed the commotion and turned around.
But the commotion quickly changed its tone. The whispers of the crowd spread into panic.
"Quick, dodge it!"
"Whose horse is startled?!"
"Why did it suddenly go crazy?!"
"Who can hold it back?!"
Thales' expression changed. The strange feeling was getting stronger.
The next moment, a huge black shadow appeared on the street and charged out of the crowd!
It was getting closer and closer to them.
Glover, Kohen, Doyle, and Kommodore also saw this scene. Their expressions changed.
"It's charging over here!"
"Run!"
The panicked whispers turned into fearful screams. The people on the street dodged the black shadow and scattered in all directions!
The movement of the black shadow was so great that it stirred up countless strong gusts of wind.
It enveloped Thales and his group. Its speed was very oppressive, and it reached them in an instant!
"Be careful —"
Before Thales could react, Glover pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.
"What the —" Before Doyle could finish his astonished words, he was also pinned to the ground by Kohen and Kommodore.
Thales could only feel the huge black shadow sweeping past the top of his head. It brought along strong gusts of wind that were as sharp as blades, causing their cloaks to flutter continuously!
And the strange feeling reached its peak.
* Thud, thud … *
The black shadow landed on the ground behind them. It turned into rhythmic footsteps and gradually moved into the distance.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Glover got up in a disheveled manner.
"Damn bastard!"
Thales, who once again received the Royal Guards' VIP service, spat out the dust in his mouth in pain. He only had time to poke his head out of the zombie's bosom.
Doyle pushed away the two men on him. He grimaced in pain due to the double pain of being whipped and falling.
"Where did this beast come from? How dare it offend the royal family? Damn it, it's back!"
* Thud, thud, thud, thud … *
The hurried sounds of horse hooves rose again. Everyone was shocked again.
The huge black shadow in the distance turned around and charged towards them again!
"Which idiot's horse is this? Galloping in the middle of the street, see if I don't cut him —" Kohen rolled up his sleeves angrily.
"No, a normal frightened horse would not be so persistent. It might have been drugged and is specifically charging towards Your Highness!" Kommodore analyzed cautiously.
"Hey, stop talking. Someone come and pull me up …" This came from Doyle, who was groaning in pain.
Glover's ruthlessness was aroused. He jumped up, gritted his teeth, and drew his sword.
"Kill it!"
"Wait a minute." But Thales suddenly extended his hand, pressed down on his sword, and stood up.
The teenager took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and opened his arms towards the black shadow that was charging towards him!
Glover subconsciously extended his hand to stop the prince, but he did not manage to grab anything.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
With lightning speed, the black shadow swept up the dust and charged towards Thales!
"No, no, no, no —" Doyle was terrified when he saw this.
In the next second, the black shadow's hooves stomped on the ground continuously. It slowed down drastically and stirred up a lot of dust!
Before the dumbfounded eyes of the crowd, the black shadow turned from a rapid gallop to a brisk walk, then to a normal gait. In the end, it arrived in front of Thales with small, elegant steps and lowered its head obediently.
"Beautiful. You didn't bump into anything. Your posture when crossing obstacles is much more skillful." Thales smiled and extended his hand to stroke the black horse.
"Good girl."
The black horse's eyes were bright, and it snorted happily.
It extended its head forward and clamped Thales between its chin and neck. It rubbed against him back and forth.
"Yes, I know. I missed you too." Thales felt a little helpless when it 'hugged' him intimately, but the fear in his heart turned into calmness. He gently combed the other party's mane and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry.
"Jennie."
The Star Lake Guards, as well as Cohen, were dumbfounded at the scene.
"This is … Doyle, you read a lot. Tell me, what is this scene?" Kohen prodded Doyle in a daze.
"Erm, let me … Don't touch my back … Let me think." When Doyle saw that Thales was immersed in joy and did not have time to care about their situation, he frowned and thought for a while.
"A new lover?"
Kommodore was observant. He waved his hands and dispersed the curious onlookers behind the mess.
"Disperse, disperse, disperse. The police officer is here! What's there to see? Have you never seen a second-generation official racing … horse racing? "
His sternness had some effect. The crowd slowly dispersed, but it was not as fast as Glover's methods. The zombie walked forward with a cold expression and took the money pouch from Doyle's waist without any explanation. He tore open the pouch and sprinkled coins and bills into the distance.
Amid Doyle's indignant protests and the crowd's bustling commotion, Glover and the others escorted Thales and his new steed away from the "crime scene".
But before they could go far, Glover turned around vigilantly. A few figures did not care about the coins scattered all over the ground. They went against the flow and passed through the crowd. They ran towards them while panting.
"Uncle, it's in front. It's right in front!"
"Take it easy, boy. Where did you put the horse-trap?"
"That thing is useless! Do you remember? The last time Mute fell into it, it ran around and flew a kite for the whole afternoon … "
"Hmph."
"We have to tempt it with good horse food!"
"Or wear His Highness' clothes …"
"Damn it, how many times has it done this? It bullies the weak and fears the strong. When that dead face was around, it never dared to be so arrogant …"
"Don't stop me. This time, I'm going to chop this crazy horse and feed it to Mute —"
"Hmph."
The Star Lake Guards stood in formation vigilantly and blocked the path of the newcomers.
The noisy chatter stopped abruptly. The newcomers stopped in unison and looked at the Star Lake Guards warily.
Glover frowned.
There were four newcomers. Although they were travel-worn, they were fully armed. The older man carried a sword and shield on his back, the younger man carried a spear and a spear on his back, and one of them wore a strange mask that covered the lower half of his face from his chin.
Their leader was a handsome young man with a longsword at his waist. He stared blankly at the black horse that was being intimate with Thales.
But their positions — Glover became more vigilant — were extremely professional. They spread out to the left and right, guarding each other's blind spots.
They were not gangsters, but veterans who had been on the battlefield and seen blood.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
Cohen suddenly screamed. His face lit up as he rushed between the two groups of people.
When the strangers saw Cohen, their expressions changed as well. Some were pleasantly surprised, some were disgusted, and some were even more disgusted after being pleasantly surprised.
"Um, I know him, I know him!"
Cohen's lips parted as he danced around. He opened his arms to the young man leading the group.
"Let me introduce you. This is my —"
But the young man only passed by Cohen in a daze and ignored his embrace.
Cohen missed his embrace and could only raise his arms awkwardly.
Until he saw the next person.
Before him, the strange man wearing the silver mask snorted coldly and glared at the police officer with resentment.
"My —"
Cohen's smile became extremely ugly. His arms went limp, and his voice trembled.
"— Friend?"
On the other side, the handsome young man's breathing quickened. His chest rose and fell as he walked towards Thales step by step. His face was filled with disbelief.
"Your … Your Highness?"
Thales, who was holding Jennie's hand, looked back at him and flashed a faint smile.
"Wya."
The handsome young man, Wya, who had not been seen for a long time, took a deep breath. His expression changed from disbelief to ecstasy.
He quickly caught up to Thales and said, "Your Highness, it's you, it's really you!"
But Glover raised his arm coldly and stood between Wya and Thales.
Wya snapped out of his daze and stopped in front of Thales.
He glanced at Glover and forced himself to recall Constellation's etiquette. He embarrassedly tidied up his messy and casual expression due to the many days of traveling, and bowed in a respectful and old-fashioned manner.
Thales opened his mouth, but could only say a few words.
"Yes, it's me."
Wya blinked hard and adjusted his breathing. He turned around in surprise.
"I was just talking to the mute …"
The strange man wearing the mask snorted coldly and hoarsely and turned his head away.
Wya ignored him. He only sized up Thales excitedly and spoke incoherently.
"You don't know, when you were kidnapped in Dragon Clouds City … Uncle Genard said that it was all your plan, but I couldn't believe it …"
The elderly man with the sword and shield on his back revealed a faint smile.
"The Star Killer checked every single one of us from head to toe … until he returned to Dragon Clouds City covered in injuries …"
Wya was so excited that he spoke incoherently.
"Until the news of your return to the kingdom came, we —"
But Thales smiled. He smiled in relief.
In the next second, he stepped over Glover and the distance between the prince and the attendant. He extended his arms in a carefree manner, and under the attendant's surprised gaze, he hugged Wya tightly.
Everyone's expressions changed at the same time.
"Thank you, Wya."
Thales pressed his chin against Wya's shoulder and tried hard to stop his voice from trembling.
"Thank you for coming back."
Wya was also stunned. He looked at the prince's unseemly and sincere action, and he did not know where to place his hands.
"Your … Your Highness?"
Thales took a deep breath. He suddenly felt that the net he was in was no longer as thick and heavy as it used to be.
"You don't know, you don't know what this means to me."
Wya hesitated for a few seconds, but he still smiled in the end. He hugged the teenager in a natural manner and patted his back lightly.
"I know, Your Highness, I know … just like before."
'Yes.'
Thales closed his eyes.
'Just like before.'
"What the f * ck." This time, it was Doyle's turn to be dumbfounded. He stared at the newcomer who was being hugged by the prince.
"What's going on now?"
Kohen sighed. When he remembered his military career, he sighed and said,
"Unfinished business."
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