"So, you just sneaked out with a fishman child of unknown origin and didn't come back until so late?!"
After listening to Bedivere's explanation, Arthur scolded with an angry face, "Don't you know that we are under the surveillance of the mermaids, and any suspicious behavior will make our heads move?"
"Ah ha, yes, I'm sorry." Bedivere smiled shyly. He really got carried away with Tristan and didn't know when it was time to come back to sleep.
...it's not as bad as moving your head.
Arthur could not see any remorse on Bedi's face, only an unintentional giggle. This made the knight very angry and almost wanted to beat the werewolf boy.
"However, the guarding mermaids didn't make any move." Kai suppressed the impulsive Arthur and deliberately changed the topic: "Have they always been so lack of vigilance?"
Arthur blew out two streams of white smoke from his nostrils, cleared his thoughts, and tried to find a more reasonable explanation: "Mermaids live very long lives, and they have a very vague concept of the passage of time. There is almost no difference between a minute and an hour."
Difference. And they don’t have a deep understanding of the physiology of orcs. They probably think it takes this long for Bedi to go to the toilet."
"I think it's more like Tristan's good deeds." Bedivere was dissatisfied with Arthur's explanation, wagging his tail and laughing: "Isn't he able to hypnotize others by simply saying a word?"
"That murloc?" Arthur thought, "murlocs are very rare. I'm afraid that little guy's background is not simple. He is either a noble child or a member of the royal family."
The werewolf boy's eyes widened: "This, so powerful!?"
Kai smiled evilly and analyzed: "A fish man is a male mermaid, and the chance of being born is one in a billion. The mermaid race can mate with any other humanoid race, but generally only female mermaids will be born."
"Don't say anything about [mating] in front of children, you idiot." Arthur scolded.
"What's the problem? This kid is not young anymore." Kai smiled even more obscenely, "When I was as old as him, I had already lost my sense of moral integrity."
"-----Don't say it!" Arthur interrupted quickly and gave Kai a hard look.
"In short, Tristan is a very rare fish-man," Kai ignored Arthur's eyes and continued: "Even if he is born among the people, he will usually be brought to the palace to be the adopted son of a royal family or a noble, and then...
..Protect it like a rare animal and never leave the palace."
"How could this be possible?" Bedivere was touched. "You don't even have freedom, and you are locked up in this cold palace forever? How can you live this kind of life!"
(Who is destined to be imprisoned for life at birth? This is not fair!)
"A canary in a cage?" Arthur sighed, "That child must be very lonely."
"So when you see a child about your own age, you can't help but pounce on it and bite it? Hehe." Kai said with a funny smile, "Bedivere is really a popular little animal."
"Shut up!" the werewolf boy said angrily.
"In short, let's not worry about the affairs of other people's countries." Arthur lay on the bed and found a comfortable position to lie on his back. "We just need to concentrate on how to escape. ------Of course, it's possible.
If so, I still want to convince the Queen of Iceland."
"If war could be stopped with just one mouth, so many people wouldn't die every day in this world. Anyway, let's rest today." Sir Kay also lay down on the bed and rolled around a few times, "Uh, Victoria.
The stench of Kyoto...!"
Arthur shook his head, went over angrily and turned off the light, and the room suddenly became dark.
After darkness fell, the translucent ceiling made of blue crystals reflected the stars in the sky. Contrary to Bedivere's restless mood, it was a refreshing, cloudless, starry autumn night.
The werewolf boy looked at the sky and thought of the fishman boy he met before.
(He must have lived too lonely and longed for a friend of the same age from the bottom of his heart.)
(However, after the incident in Iceland is over, we will have to leave and never see each other again.)
(What can I do for him?)
Bedivere sighed softly, curled up in the bed, and couldn't close his eyes all night.
At the same time, in the bedroom on the east side of the palace.
The fishman boy was taking a bath under the care of several mermaid maids.
wisps of clear smoke, the light fragrance of edelweiss echoed in the bathroom, and the beautiful mermaids sang soft melodies in a low voice, making this young fishman feel like he was in a fairyland. Various exquisite and delicious pastries were placed around the bathtub
, the mermaids helped the boy take a bath and fed him cakes.
Groups of beauties accompany you, enjoying delicious food amidst the pleasing singing and dancing of orioles, and relaxing in a comfortable aromatherapy bath. For ordinary people, this is the enjoyment of an emperor, and the goal they strive to achieve throughout their lives.
Tristan, who has achieved all this, is not happy.
What is happiness? How to truly live?
Just being satisfied with daily enjoyment and being domesticated like a pig, is this called happiness?
The fish-man boy has enjoyed too much luxurious life, and he is already tired of even this time in heaven. The boy's mind is full of thoughts about the werewolf boy: Only when he plays with friends of the same age can he be a fish-man boy.
A time of true longing.
The mermaid sisters rubbed the boy's sore shoulders and asked with kind smiles: "Your Highness, where did you go to play tonight? Why do you make your muscles so sore?"
"Ouch!" Tristan's shoulder was rubbed in pain, and he whined, "Take it easy... I didn't run out to play, I just found a place to practice swordsmanship."
"Practice swordsmanship?------Do you occasionally work hard?" asked a figure hiding behind a tent in the distance.
"Of course." The fish-man boy replied, "Without you guys, I can practice more easily."
The mermaids all chuckled, gently rubbing the boy with a sponge, making more foam, and washing the fish-man boy's body. They had taken care of the boy since he was a baby. During these times,
In the eyes of the mermaids, Tristan was almost exactly the same as the little baby before.
Arthur is right------mermaids with long lives have a very vague concept of the passage of time. They have only been with this fishman boy for a short period of more than ten years, which is not as long as their lifetimes.
One-seventyth.
In their eyes, no matter how many years pass, Tristan is still a child, and the so-called practice of swordsmanship is nothing more than playing house. The mermaids imagined Tristan dancing the sword alone under the moonlight.
Cute and funny.
But they didn't know that Tristan met a werewolf boy and became friends with him. Their practice was serious, not just play.
Their friendship is not just fleeting, only time can prove it.
But the mermaids will not understand all this.
Tristan was absent-minded and allowed the mermaids to rub all parts of his body, but he was thinking of a plan. The naive mermaid boy thought that the plan was very good, and secretly laughed to himself.