Chapter 2: Unfading Love
Part 2
Unfading love
Ragnes crossed his arms and glanced at these flea and tick, crouching, apologizing to him. But if they were gentlemen, they probably did not do something like this at the first place. This was the intent to insult the villagers and hurt his people. It was considered defamation of him as the king. This matter, he couldn't ignore. If he didn't punish them, he couldn't be the king.
People of Santana, what the boss was, his subordinates were the same. Such a shame!
As soon as the incident happened, Ragnes kicked the ruthless man several cubits before glancing at the officials who rushed at high speed to stop the situation. Of course, such a big thing happened, the governor of Attaric City had to come by himself. Seeing the face of his king, he would scratch his head and let out a deep sigh.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Wouldn't you be able to calm down and play a pitiful young man who was molested for a little while? I have to order someone to take care of it," asked the young lord with fiery red hair and eyes.
The governor already blamed these idiots, Santana, they didn't open their eyes. The golden-haired, red-eyed man with such striking beauty looked like this guy couldn't find on the side of the road. They could notice who he was.
What was this? Did they only think of reproduction until they forgot to use their brain?!
"You're slow, Kataros. Drag these people to jail. As for that one," Ragnes pointed to the demon who had harassed him. "Cut off his reproductive organs! Use it as junk food for the demon beasts to eat!" He told the other party, shocking the demon's mouth filled with saliva. Kataros shook his head disgustedly.
"You're insanely cruel. Should the people in the palace give you a little warning? They spoiled you too much," he then sighed and took out a pill. Of course, this heart tonic is not much to consume a day.
It was known that the king always hung around in the city. The people of Attaric knew that if they walked around and saw a handsome young man, they shouldn't even think about flirting. Because that might be their own king who came to explore the life of the people in the city. There were only travelers who had been deceived by the king himself.
When you meet a beautiful person, don't think about flirting because you may be unlucky.
As for the governor, he could only take heart tonics every time something like this happened!
In the royal palace, the king in black robes sat on the throne in a very annoyed manner. After punishing the miners of the diplomatic, he had to bear to listen to the ambassador's complaints about the goodness of the King of Santana and the benefits of the alliance. Finally, another word of praise for the treasures and qualities.
A handsome young man with a strong personality, this was the definition that these people were striving for. But Ragnes knew him well. The king of Santana was a lewd, domineering, immoral, wicked bastard that was a little better than the ghost of hell.
"To sum it up, Your Majesty can't find a perfect spouse like our king anymore," the party concluded.
Now in the throne room, the grandmaster Lauriet stood yawning. The royal secretary Demetriet looked down and took notes. The other subordinates only looked at each other. They did not intend to listen because they already knew what the answer was, their king would not agree to marry again.
He would not marry any demon who was like his own natural enemies.
Did they forget? The King's first husband, Demon General, was tragically slaughtered. Did they want to become a third husband and die the same tragic death? Such a silly guy!
"I appreciate the concern of the King of Santana. But... I'm still wearing black to mourn for my husband. Right now's not the time to think about marriage," those who knew him would definitely be secretly gossiping about the brag king.
About wearing black in mourning was all a lie. How many formal black dresses did he have? He absolutely couldn't wear only black and acted like a sorrowful normal widow. The Chancellor of the Treasury would certainly be grumbling about the wastefulness of clothes. In fact, he'd worn every color for a long time!
Something they knew but outsiders didn't know. It was a very good excuse to call for sympathy. Playing as the protagonist of a tragic novel for a bit was one of the best solutions. Perhaps this would be easier to deal with.
However, this ambassador didn't seem to want to play this game.
"Your Majesty, now a year has passed. You yourself are not young anymore. There is no heir from the former viceroy. Neither war nor conflict was unexpected. Why didn't you think of moving forward? Perhaps you will find that remarriage to a former friend is not such a bad thing. The deceased viceroy would surely understand." This one didn't back down either.
Of course, he didn't believe this scene. Who was this person in front of them? This was indeed a half-human king who had surpassed every demon's head to become ruler of the city. His demeanor when he was a young man was so elegant. Was there anyone who listened to it and did not curse for him?
Even now time passed, but the deed of the past could not be erased. Wasn't that just a moment ago that he disguised himself as a villager at the market to scout out the city? Was there anything that could escape his gaze? It was impossible that a person like this didn't understand what this proposal meant.
Who were they marrying in love these days? Politics was love. The activities in the king's bed couldn't only be filled with sweet words.
"You're the one who doesn't understand," Ragnes said as he closed his eyes, his expression became many times more gentle. Of course, the courtiers were still secretly gossiping in their hearts.
My King, you are all lying!
"The love I have for my late husband's so deep. Maybe a year of mourning still won't heal my broken heart. Maybe…maybe it takes longer," that was it. This was a sad face asking for pity.
"How long does it?" asked the ambassador, if waiting, perhaps it would be negotiable.
"Well… about, um," he said earnestly counting his fingers, pretending to be hopeful before saying "About ten years"
"What!?"
It was crazy! Would his King want them to wait for ten years?! Old enough to die!
"If your king has a heart for me, just ten years, why can't he wait? As for me, I'll continue to heal my heart. Your gifts, I'll accept, but the marriage proposal, you must listen what I said. I'll let the governor of Attaric provide accommodation for you. Rest for a bit and then go back, send the guests."
"Wait a minute! Your Majesty! Are you going to reject Santana's marriage proposal second time!? Would this be considered too disrespectful to our King?! Don't forget that you're a hu-Eh!" speaking of this, his jaw suddenly freezes. Looking at the person sitting on the throne, he saw that two pairs of red eyes were staring at him. This jaw must have been triggered by magic powers.
This was the punishment because he almost called this person...human.
"Your Majesty… I…" he would surely try to apologize. But the force that squeezed his jaw was extremely strong.
The King of Wetonia was a half-king who specialized in magic. He was currently using magic without even casting a spell.
"Before coming here, did your king not warn you what to say or not to say? Be silent. Won't it be better to turn your head back in a dignified way?" Finishing speaking, the opponent was suddenly squeezed by the magic until he dropped to the ground. "Call the Royal Physician to heal and then drag them out!"
And this was their fierce king.
That afternoon Ragnes didn't leave the palace. He also had daily errands to clear, and still need to have a cabinet meeting. In fact, each person worked so well, there was nothing to order. It was just that Santana's story was annoying.
If it was him in the old days, he would probably burn them all and feed them to the demon beasts, but this...
"To be troubled about something like this doesn't deserve you," Lauriet said as he served the afternoon tea to his fellow King. They now sat in the royal garden. At least it was enough to relax a bit.
"I try not to think. But in the end, this story returned to the beginning. The human bloodline continues to keep everyone active," Ragness said wearily. Go back ten years ago He, as the second son of the Demon King of Wetonia was expected by his father to marry the Demon General.
To be honest, it made sense because that man would be the supporter of his brother's throne and would strengthen the power of the country.
He at that time knew his own destiny very well. Even with the demonic blood of the royal family but his blood could not be thicker than demon pure blood. What he inherited from his father was a fire elemental magic power and the ability to conceive that was inherited from Grandmother who was a nymph demon. His duty was to be married and have an heir. He was a chess piece in the administration of his brother and future husband.
Everyone filled his ears like that. Only he could not understand why he had to marry and sacrifice himself for others. Why couldn't he live the life he expected? No matter how much he protested or tried to escape. In the end, he was dragged back every time.
Finally, he got tired, he gave up hope.
However, the turning point was the death of his father and brother on that battlefield. When the throne was empty, his fiancé longed for a way of power. If he married him, he would have the conditions for the rightful throne. Personally, he must have been very miserable. No father, no brother, no mother, whoever he was. To marry in that condition, he would probably be oppressed by his husband and die.
Instead of waiting for the slowly creeping fate, why not try to force it?
"My first husband was pitiful. I know he didn't love or care about me. But if he married me, he would become a king," because Wetonia's throne at that time belonged to a pure-blooded man, no one expected it to belong to a half-demon.
"Who would have thought that you did that?" Lauriet smiled, he knew what had happened at the time. To gain the trust of demon lords and armies, Ragnes accepted the marriage. He even shared a bed with that man even though he was too disgusting to bear.
"Sangtis used to say that I was cold-blooded. For the desire, anything can be sold. And I... don't regret it," the other replied, smiling as he thought about the past from a long time ago.
At this point, Lauriet was smiling.
What would Ragness regret? It wasn't that, in the end, the person in front of him was the winner. The other person died already. He ascended the throne furiously and became this country's great king.
Sangtis, that person who dared to make Ragnes did such a big and cruel thing. He was the real bastard.
But that bastard was the one who had always stood by the King.
"But right now, every country won't let you go. They knew you still need an heir. Although it must be annoying things, I want to give you some suggestions. Why don't you...choose one of them and finish this problem?"
"…"
"Anyway, you have to get married. Won't it be better to marry the one with the least problems?"
"Is that the opinion of the grandmaster of my thorn?" laughed Ragnes. He wasn't angry at all. because he knew that Lauriet thought for his best. The royal grandmaster, the second-ranking of this kingdom, must offer a solution to the problems of the country.
Just that...
There were things in this world that could not be forgotten, could not be forced.
"I still feel that Sangtis's here."
"Your Majesty…"
"Every time when I slept and woke. It might sound a bit like a soap opera. But I… still love him," when he spoke of that person, his tone softened in many parts. Those eyes still had unfading love.
Yes, it was not that he didn't understand. It was not that he didn't know the situation.
But this heart of love still couldn't give up.
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