Kingdom's Bloodline, page 82
"What do you think?"
In that very moment, it was as if something exploded in Zayen's heart.
His heart raced and his breath quickened as he stared at the second prince in front of him with his eyes wide opened.
However, there was a storm raging in his mind!
'Why did he intentionally mention my father's death?
'Continuation of the family…
'The life or death of Iris Flowers. He is a part of the royal family, so he must know that the first Duke Covendier, who was Constellation's first Chief of the Secret Intelligence Department and Chief of Intelligence, as well as the highest person in charge of "Operation World Cleansing" over six hundred years ago…
'So...
'The future of the next generation…
'Covendier's next generation… Was he talking about me or… Hille?'
The weather was freezing cold, but Duke Zayen Covendier, who had excellent self-restraint, broke out in cold sweat without even realizing it himself.
'Damn it…
'Regarding my father's death, regarding that matter…'
Zayen clenched his fist tightly. 'Regarding Hille's identity… What exactly does he already know?'
The young duke lifted his head and stared at Thales with brilliant, shining eyes.
'He is… threatening me.
'Warning the Iris Flowers.
'Damn it!'
Zayen's breathing became chaotic without him noticing.
Only then did Thales notice Zayen's ashen complexion and suddenly realize the truth.
'Er… Did I step over the line by asking about his father's death early in the morning?'
"Sorry." Thales smiled apologetically. "I was being too presumptuous."
With his eyes, he saw Zayen taking a deep breath and giving out a rare, forceful smile (smiling was normally nothing to him) that seemed submissive and obsequious.
Zayen felt bitterness in his heart, but he immediately closed his eyes and bowed down as he said with much difficulty, "No. Prince Thales, Tricolor Iris Flowers understands… understands your meaning. From this moment onwards, South Coast Hill is willing to serve and follow you without any complaints."
'Why did he bow down all of a sudden?'
Thales was shocked as he took a step back.
'I did not say anything, why did he want to bow down to me… Also, he already understands what I was trying to convey?
'His reaction… is very fast.'
Thales squinted his eyes in suspicion. "Sir Zayen, do you really… understand what I was saying?"
Zayen clenched his teeth tightly together.
'Are you forcing me to make a promise?'
"What I said was whether that family feud was not that simple..."
"Yes! I understand!"
Zayen lifted his head abruptly and his eyes shone with resolve. "Covendier Family's teachings are very clear: It is better to die for friends than foes."
He stared at Thales in a serious manner. "I just figured out that you are right. If Iris Flowers wants to flourish more and more, we have to be careful in choosing our ally… For example, you, the only qualified Prince of Constellation, the bloodline of the kingdom."
'What is he doing?'
Thales furrowed his brows. 'Did another person take over his body?'
But Gilbert's voice came from a distance away—they had to leave now.
The second prince's fleet of carriages rode into the distance.
But Zayen was still standing at the same place in a daze.
Ashford, his butler, walked up from behind him. He was just about to say something before Zayen stopped him by lifting up his hand abruptly.
He only took action when the fleet of carriages disappeared into a remote distance.
Zayen was breathing unevenly when he nodded. "Alright, even a vampire's hearing is useless against such a distance."
Ashford furrowed his brows a little.
There was something slightly wrong with his master.
"Did you manage to get anything?" Ashford asked carefully.
Zayen scrunched his brows tightly together as he nodded out of habit. "When I asked about the matter regarding the Blood Clan, he instinctively verified it.
"The vampires are indeed on the journey with them."
Zayen let out a long sigh before he murmured, "He is indeed bold and fearless."
Ashford replied respectfully, "Then we will just act according to our original plan, inform Blood Bottle Gang and start destroying his reputation…"
"No!"
Zayen lifted his head with a determined gaze in his eyes.
There was even a hint of resolve in them.
Zayen glanced at the direction of the fleet of carriages carrying Thales as he squinted his eyes and made a decision.
'No one can harm Hille.
'No one.
'Not even the Kingdom's bloodline.'
Zayen Covendier, the young Jade City mayor, Guardian Duke of South Coast Hill, the master of Constellation's Six Great Clans' Tricolor Iris Flowers, whispered to the butler beside him, "Send word."
Ashford raised his eyebrows.
"Which side?" Ashford asked softly.
Zayen closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he slowly exhaled.
"That side," Zayen quietly said.
Ashford did not utter another word.
He was waiting for the final confirmation from his master.
Zayen's voice came through with much difficulty.
"You know which part to send those words to."
Even though Ashford had doubts in his heart, he immediately understood what his master meant as he was good in observing others' speech and behavioral patterns.
The old butler nodded and bowed before he left.
After a long while.
Zayen opened his eyes.
He mumbled to himself, "The Prince of Constellation, whom I voted for… You carry the fate of the two kingdoms on your back. You will decide whether we will have war or peace.
"At least, within the kingdom, probably none of Constellation's suzerains dare to endanger your life, right?
"This is probably… what everyone is thinking.
"Just let it remain that way then."
…
The carriage of the second prince arrived at the Northern City Gate.
From afar, Thales saw the piece of vacant land that the guards cleared. It was separated from the crowd, who came to watch the event.
The Supreme King of Constellation, Kessel Jadestar, was standing in the middle of the three dukes as he silently looked over at Thales' side.
"I will send you off here, Your Highness," Gilbert stood at his original place and said in a sentimental tone. "Be careful on your journey there. I will wait respectfully for your return."
Thales turned around and looked at Gilbert.
"If you can only listen to the story of the sorrowful king and the determined Royal Family, fed to you by the king's partisan, you might as well dig both of your eyes out and only leave your ears to do the job!"
Thales exhaled. "Thank you, Gilbert."
Then Thales took a step back and bowed.
"Thank you, teacher."
Gilbert was holding onto his staff when he lowered his head and sigh, but eventually he stopped uttering another word.
Thales exhaled. With Putray and Wya as company (it was better for Ralf to stay in the carriage with his appearance, though he did not know why the lively Aida did not leave the carriage), he walked off the carriage towards his father, who seemed to be a 'tyrant'.
The three dukes bowed before him.
Thales also returned the greeting respectably.
The plump Guardian Duke of the Eastern Sea, Bob Cullen was huffing and puffing when he sighed in admiration. "Your Highness, although this is unfair to you, I still want to let you know that I am extremely gratified at your courage."
Thales nodded absentmindedly. "It is what I ought to do as the Prince of Constellation."
"Eastern Sea Hill was so terrified they became cowards." Koshder's version of Constellation emerged in his mind.
The Guardian Duke of the Western Desert, the horrible-looking Fakenhaz continued with his ridicule. "Hehehe, I once hoped that my son would be as outstanding as you, Your Highness, but after I took a look at the current situation, I decided to just forget about it… This is far too dangerous."
Thales rolled his eyes in front of him.
"Thank you for your kind words," Thales replied powerlessly.
"Western Desert just barely managed to protect itself due to the importance of the Western Battle Line."
He walked towards the teenage girl.
Lyanna Tabark, the delicate and pretty teenage Duchess of Blade Edge Hill. She was staring at him with an icy expression.
"I think… we all know what kind of heavy burden we have to bear as the last person in the family," she said softly.
"But it is exactly because of this that we get to become even stronger," the teenage girl said bluntly.
"Blade Edge Hill had several parts of its territory become property of the royal family."
Lyanna delicately touched the Blood Moon brooch pinned on her chest and whispered, "Your Highness, since you are leaving soon, I am going to present to you the Tabark Family's motto."
Thales was stunned for a while.
The cold, teenage girl bowed gently and enunciated her words clearly, "Only blood can sharpen the blade."
Thales stared at the teenage girl in front of him, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He only came back to his senses after a few seconds and nodded his head solemnly.
"I will remember it with my heart and will never dare to forget it," he replied.
*Thud!*
The king's scepter struck the floor.
The three dukes—Cullen, Fakenhaz and Lyanna backed down at the right time.
Thales took a few steps forward and bowed lightly.
'"You underestimate your father, the Iron Hand King and underestimate the fear he brings upon the whole of Constellation.'"
"You have met Keya," Kessel the Fifth quietly said.
Thales nodded.
"Very good, then you already know exactly what kind of path that we… you and I, are walking on." Kessel stared at him coldly.
'"The Bloody Year changed him…"'
Kessel sighed before he quietly continued, "We have enemies in every corner of this world. If you are not careful in your every step, disaster will fall on your head."
'"He treats every suzerain like his enemy and never shows mercy when he suppresses or schemes against them. He treats Constellation as his personal carriage, without controlling his usage of the horsewhip and spurs…"'
Thales sucked in a breath. In Kessel's eyes, he had a very determined gaze.
Kessel said slowly, "Head on your journey, young Jadestar. Bring honor to your kingdom and bring honor to your family.
"Live for Constellation."
Thales lifted his head and once again nodded lightly.
Jines Bajkovic, who was standing behind the king, could not help but take a step forward.
"Brat." The female official seemed a little awkward.
Jines eventually drew a deep breath and spoke, filled with complicated emotions.
"Remember to practice your sword skills."
Thales gave her a smile. "Yes, Madam Jines."
Putray and Wya bowed and greeted the king, with the latter saying a few words of encouragement. Thales knew that the time of departure had finally arrived.
However, at that very moment, an unexpected person walked to his side, holding onto his walking stick.
"Your Highness, when you reach Eckstedt, please help an old man like me to pass a message to an old woman." With his hoarse voice and ugly smile, Morat Hansen spoke to Thales, who had a vigilant expression on his face.
With his bad impression of the Black Prophet, Thales asked dubiously, "Which old woman?"
Morat grinned. "You will know when you see her."
Thales furrowed his eyebrows deeply.
On the city gate, which Thales was not paying any attention to, a masked figure slowly disappeared into the air.
And so, the carriage fleet with the silver Double Cross-Shaped Stars Flag and Nine-Pointed Star Flag erected on them, slowly departed all the way up to the north.
Thales leaned against the wall of the carriage and exhaled. "Wya, do you know why it seemed like everyone was bidding their goodbyes for the very last time when they said their farewells to me?
"Will King Nuven really kill me?"
He was not counting on Wya to reply him.
However, the second prince's attendant, Wya Caso, who kept staring out of the carriage, gently rose his head. His face was filled with complicated emotions.
"Your Highness...
"During my time at the Tower of Eradication, my teacher once told me…"
The next second, Wya said something that made Thales' eyes brighten up.
Until a long, long time after, Thales would still occasionally think of these words when he could not sleep at night.
Wya Caso whispered, "Treat every goodbye like the final goodbye, and treat every second of your life as though you managed to survive out of luck…
"That way, we will never waste our life."
Chapter 82: The Weeper |
"Your Highness! You are truly beloved among them! The people did not forget that it was Constellation and the Jadestar Royal Family that guaranteed them such a bountiful life."
The speaker was Baron Limor. As the suzerain of four local villages, his castle stood at the point of intersection between those four villages. To the south, the Renaissance Avenue—which was situated in the Central Territory and was covered in yellow fallen leaves—could be seen. To the north, a panoramic view of the birch tree forest—unique to the Northern Territory—could be seen.
This was the fourth morning of their journey north to Eckstedt. They stopped a few times on their way to restock. If all went well, they would be able to enter the Northern Territory in the evening and reach Broken Dragon Fortress the following night.
Although Baron Limor was only over thirty years old, he was almost as plump as the old Duke Cullen. The Baron laughed to the point that his eyes could almost not be seen.
He spoke passionately to the second Prince of Constellation, Prince Thales Jadestar, who was surrounded by smiling members of the populace, "The people were looking forward to your arrival very much, and feel extremely honored. The continuation of the Jadestar Royal Family line is indeed a great show of love by the Sunset Goddess."
Baron Limor stroked his belly and said with a smile, "I believe that in the future, under your rule, Constellation will become even more bountiful and blissful. It will become even more successful than it used to be!
"We are, after all, the descendants of the Empire!"
Thales walked along the clean, spotless village where even the mounds of snow were completely swept away. Maintaining the most standard of smiles, he waved at the people who were clad in bright and dazzling clothing.
Beside him, Wya, Chora and five Jadestar private soldiers anxiously separated him from the crowd. Aida followed behind them, and judging by the way she walked, it was obvious that she was in low spirits.
The head of the Jadestar Private Army, Chora, said with a serious expression, "It is best that we leave immediately, Your Highness. Staying here is really not a good idea."
"He is right. Your duty is to serve as an envoy, not to conduct inspections. You are merely passing this place by." Wya stopped a squire in his tracks.
Thales nodded and casually made a few hand gestures towards the distance, which no one could understand except for one person.
'How is it?'
Looking at the prince's hand gestures, Wya furrowed his brows.
Displeased, he looked towards the other direction of the village. As expected, Ralf's figure appeared at a secluded place some distance away right at the perfect moment. Racking his brains, he made two hand gestures at Thales in reply.
'At the back. Fake. All of them.'
'Fake. Haih…'
Thales' heart sank. He looked towards the child who was nearest to him. The child was about seven or eight years old—around the same age as him.
The child had a dark complexion, and was so thin that he was only skin and bones. He was dressed in obviously ill-fitting clothes. His tiny hands could not reach out of the sleeves at all. His eyes were filled with fear, and he was shivering. However, he deliberately forced himself to flash a fake smile.
A man, who was in the prime of his life and had an apathetic gaze, waved his rough and deformed hand with difficulty.
A shy woman with a scarf on her head wore a shirt and a skirt that did not match at all in terms of style. The style of her shirt was obviously closer to the ones that are trending in the capital city.
An old man who seemed almost sixty was wearing a comical-looking cape that looked like the ones used by nobles to shield themselves from the rain. The lower half of his body was dressed in thin, unlined pants. At a corner where others could not see, he shivered violently from the cold.
'And… The spotless village with everyone lining up on both sides of the street to welcome me.' Thales heaved a sigh and looked towards Baron Limor with a smile.
Did they think that he was an idiot?
'So, there is a Potemkin Village [1] in this world too.'
"We should have finished restocking by now." Again, Thales gesticulated at Ralf, which no one but he and Ralf could understand. He shook his head and said softly to Wya and Chora, "Let's go."
Wya even gave Ralf—who was a distance away and had a profound expression on his face—an angry glare. He then caught up with Thales together with Chora. He was the one who was supposed to be the second prince's attendant!
Despite Baron Limor's reluctance for them to leave, persuasions for them to stay, and his profusely gratuitous farewell, the carriage fleet of Constellation's diplomatic group that was heading north towards Eckstedt prepared to set off.
"I thought you enjoyed that feeling of being supported by the multitudes."
The vice diplomat of the diplomat group, Lord Putray, took out a tobacco pipe from somewhere and lit it. It produced a thick cloud of smoke which made people feel uncomfortable even just by looking at it. He puffed from it, and looked at the second prince mockingly.
