After Becoming The Tyrant

In the fireplace, when the firewood was burning, there was a crackling sound, and the warm yellow fire light. On the person at the door, when the bard plucked the strings, the phantom in front of the king's eyes was no longer blurred.

Keya's best queen, Legrand's queen dowager.

his mother.

For more than ten years, the Duke of Buckingham kept a secret that could not be revealed. He guarded the mad queen mother. It was the protection of the king and the queen mother...he only waited for the day when the mad queen could Sober, able to allow the king to have a mother.

This was the last gift left to him by the Duke of Buckingham.

He did everything he could for the king.

The king was sitting on the ground with his head up. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether everything was illusion or reality. It was sour and breathless... All the complicated and unspeakable emotions came like a tide.

Queen Eleanor with black hair and green eyes came over, tears streaming down her thin face.

She knelt down halfway before the king, stretched out her hands and embraced him in her arms.She had lost the whole world, and now she had it all again, her child, her little Pooleland.

Fate is too cruel for them.

Eleanor pressed her forehead against the king's silver hair, and her hands that once picked up the spear from the blood and sharpened the iron sheet into a sharp blade trembled at this moment.Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.When looking at the king in the Rose Palace, Eleanor once thought about how she would speak when she saw her child.

She thought so much, but now she couldn't say a word.

Fate is too unfair to this family.

Her child should have been the most honorable king in the world, but he was sitting on the ground by the table, holding the letter, and was so sad that he was just a child who had lost too much.

"My child, my little Purlin..." Eleanor finally spoke, choking with sobs. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "I am here, I am here."

Therefore, there is no need to suppress sadness anymore, someone will wipe away your tears when you cry, hug you tightly, and prevent you from being attacked by the cold wind.

"he's gone."

said the king hoarsely.

Gone forever and never coming back.

His tears finally fell down.

A hug that is warm enough, a pair of trembling hands, a mother who was lost and found again... After so many years, after struggling to survive in hatred and coldness, someone finally taught him how to let his tears flow when he was so sad. Falling.At this moment, he is the same as all children who have lost their loved ones.

A pair of hands gently patted his back, as gentle as in the vague memory.

Queen Eleanor, her black hair falling over the king's silver, held her child tightly.

Like holding a newborn baby, she hummed a familiar melody in a low and hoarse voice in the warm fireplace light.She once hummed this melody to lull the king who wanted to see his father to sleep, and now she hums this melody again, hoping to soothe the sadness in her child's heart.

The night covered the land, and the crows flew up in surprise.

All partings, all encounters, all sorrows... will pass through the long night.

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Southeast of Legrand, the port of Kothsoya.

Today's Captain Hawkins is quieter than ever, and the young sailors on the ship toast secretly to celebrate not having to suffer from their neurotic captain, but some older pirates are silent.

Captain Hawkins, wearing a black slanted hat, sat alone on the railing of the bow deck, and his back looked like he was about to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.He was holding a wine bottle in his hand and was throwing his head back, trying to pour some more.After shaking it a few times, two drops of wine fell into Captain Hawkins' mouth. With a "tsk", he threw the bottle into the sea.

The witch was shrouded in a black dress, she looked at the captain who was rarely quiet without the first mate, and didn't bother him.

Roll, roll.

A small wooden barrel rolled to the witch's feet and bounced slightly upward.

The witch understood that it was Jenny who wanted to talk to her.

The contract she signed with Jenny is different from others, and she is the only one who can communicate directly with Jenny.

The witch stretched out her hand and pressed it against the railing.

Jenny's voice sounded in her mind: "Greira, Greira...that bastard who almost burned my sail back then...Duke Buckingham, can't he come again?"

The witch was slightly taken aback, Jenny has always been like a little girl, she didn't expect that Jenny would feel this keenly.

"Like William?"

The witch looked up at Captain Hawkins who was drinking alone, and responded in a low voice.

The sails on the ship suddenly drooped listlessly, and no longer floated up.

The wind blew all night at sea, and Captain Hawkins sat on the rail and drank all night.When the eastern sky just dawned, he stood up unsteadily on the railing, staggered from the railing and fell into the sea with a "plop", splashing high water.

The pirates who came to clean the deck in the morning happened to see it and thought their captain was crazy again, so they went to sea to wash their brains.

The witch smiled wryly and ordered Captain Hawkins to be quickly picked up from the sea.

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Rose Palace.

The sun has just risen, and the light falls on the spiers of the magnificent palace and castle.The king and Queen Mother Eleanor stood together in the stone pavilion where the Duke of Buckingham rested when he walked with the king.

Winter has receded, and in the Rose Palace where the temperature is higher than outside, Rose has begun to recover.The rose vines coiled around the stone pavilion have already begun to spit out a little bit of new green buds.Wearing a scarlet cloak, the king stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing. He had suppressed his emotions again.

Queen Eleanor looked at her children.

Time passed quickly, and in the time she wasn't involved, her child had grown up to be as strong as his father.

Always remember your responsibility as a monarch, and restrain yourself from drowning in sorrow.

"Time flies, you've grown up."

Queen Eleanor showed a complicated smile.

According to the original secret law, the king's soul exists in both worlds at the same time.But the baptism of the holy court made the king's soul carry the breath of the Holy Spirit, coupled with the various illusions she saw at that time, this made her mistakenly believe that the secret method failed and the king was replaced by the Holy Spirit.

Would her children have been easier and happier if she hadn't been crazy for so many years?

She failed to fulfill the responsibilities of a mother, she failed to shield her children from the wind and rain.

The king sensed the remorse hidden in the queen mother's voice.

He turned his head and looked at his mother.

"No." The king gave her a gentle hug. "You saved me, many times."

In the last letter left by the Duke of Buckingham, he told King Eleanor the reason why the Queen Mother has been insane for so many years-she has witnessed her children die time and time again in front of her own eyes.

When he saw those, the king understood everything.

When he was "Zhu Chi", he would have nightmares again and again, but after waking up, he would forget what he did in the dream, leaving only a kind of powerlessness and rage.When the holy court used the secret method of baptism to carry out an assassination, he got the answer from the devil: that was the power of the secret method of baptism.

He remembered everything yesterday.

All nightmares have the same content... He is in various dangers, and he faces death again and again.

"You saved me."

The king repeated it again.

"again and again."

In those nightmares, he felt so weak and powerless, he felt that the whole world wanted to kill him, he was a person who was out of place and not tolerated by the world.But every time, there would be a voice, and a figure would hold him firmly in the darkness.

It was because of that voice and those hands that he didn't lose himself in the constant cycle of nightmares and struggled to survive again and again.

Before he forgot, before he didn't know what it was.

Now he knows.

The one who protected him again and again in his dreams... was his mother who was in pain and crazy because of losing him.

In her painful dream, she saw her child face danger time and time again, so she reached out her hand again and again trying to hold him.A world apart, such a long and distant time and space, love travels through time and space, like the wings of a goshawk, protecting her chicks from growing up safely.

The king finally understood why he wanted to survive by all means.

Because he is not hated by the world, he is also loved by people.

He's coming back, he's going back to Legrand.

Here are all his relatives, this is his country, his land.

"Are you going back to Koya?" the king asked his mother. "I have met a bard. They still miss you. They would be glad to know that you are still alive."

Eleanor straightened the king's collar. She looked at her son, who hadn't been able to get a close look at him yesterday. His blue eyes were in the same vein as William III.His thoughtfulness is exactly the same as his father, they are not good at expressing themselves, and they are not good at dealing with soft emotions.

The queen mother understood that the king wanted to transfer her guilt.

She shook her head: "I can't go back now. In the eyes of the world, I have died of illness. If I appear rashly, it will cause them trouble. Moreover, I will defend your country in the shadows. You are the only one in Legrand monarch."

Her voice is gentle and undeniable.

The Chief of Internal Affairs stopped at a distance from the mother and child who finally met. He looked at the former mistress of the palace, his eyes were slightly moist, and he murmured in a low voice: "That's great."

Nice, at least not everything left.

"come on."

The king sensed the steward's arrival.

The steward is here to report on the preparations for the Duke of Buckingham's funeral.

That would be a funeral, and it would be a declaration of war.