A King is Born on the Road

Iris slipped out of the memory.

In the end, Sandra became the family head, and the eldest son of Everhart was now in prison.

She heard that the Everhart family head had a new bride who was 30 years younger than himself, and the new bride was now raising the 3-year-old heir of the family.

Iris reflected on the memory for a moment, and then, after finishing preparing, headed back to Hayer’s room.

She thought that Hayer didn’t drink so much today, as he was looking out at the rain from the window without falling asleep.

The air was damp, but the smell mixed with the forest refreshed her.

Iris said.

“Let’s continue the treatment.”

“Personally?”

“Yes.”

Iris thought that if Hayer found out about the cure, he would soon leave her behind.

She went on.

“I need someone to protect me. There should be a secret.”

“I see.”

Hayer said and took off his shirt.

Iris began to apply the medicine on Hayer’s back as he sat on a chair. So far, the wound has not healed much, so she was nervous.

After reading Iris’s face, who kept her mouth shut, Hayer said.

“It’s the same even with the treatment, but it seems to have a good pain relief effect. It’s really easy to live on these days.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

With Hayer’s strong conviction, Iris finally felt a little relieved.

After seeing the hope of the cure, Iris’s eyes lingered on Hayer’s back.

It was more awe-inspiring than beautiful. It may have been innate, but her fingers felt numb from the muscles carved on his body that were made only after superhuman efforts.

His body smelled of cologne mixed with the remedy Iris used.

Hayer always used cologne, and the subtle floral scent would make the surroundings feel good. The soft scent served to relieve people’s tension about Hayer.

After finishing the treatment, Iris said.

“It smells nice.”

“Can you give me your hand for a second?”

Iris held out a hand at his words, and Hayer placed his wrist over hers.

Until now, she had only touched his back while treating him, so the moment their pulses touched, the tension in her whole body awoke in an instant.

After sharing his cologne like that, Hayer put down the book he was reading and got up. Then, with his hands behind his back, he leaned down and inhaled the scent from her.

Iris closed her eyes unknowingly the moment he approached, then opened them again.

At one point, Hayer straightened himself away from her.

Iris smelled the scent on her wrist. It didn’t seem like a good fit for her.

“It’s the same scent, but it feels less good on me.”

Hayer replied with a laugh at her words.

“This is the cologne I chose. It should suit me more, so don’t feel wronged.”

Iris smiled and nodded at Hayer’s words.

“That’s true.”

After saying that, she bid farewell and went back to her room.

As soon as Iris was out of sight from Hayer, who waved goodbye until she left, she stopped in the hallway and looked at her wrist.

It felt like even his pulse and firmness remained on her wrist.

* * *

The door closed, and Hayer was looking at his wrist, where Iris’s wrist had touched.

It’s rubbish to think like this after he acted like a seducer first, but Iris Lepos was a bit of a strange woman to him.

She was a woman who seemed to have a lot of unsolved problems. What was clear was that Iris sensed that Luwan was in danger.

It was really a novelty. When Hayer cut down the tree, he could sense that something was starting to go wrong with the whole continent.

Is it really only here, in the place where these sacred trees are located, that these indescribable bizarre beings are running amok?

He recalled the mountain people, the Kawats, looking at him with anxious eyes.

“If the monsters are at this level wherever there are sacred trees, it won’t be long before the continent will be covered with monsters.”

When there was no hope, he had resigned himself with the heart that he would just watch and accept this huge invasion of the world. He didn’t think he’d be alive that long anyway.

But if his wound heals. If that was the case, then he had no reason to wait and see.

If his wound healed, he intended to challenge for the throne.

Hayer resembled his mother in every way, so the king raised him with visible discrimination.

When he turned 15 years old, the royal family was overturned by the possibility that he might not be the king’s legitimate son.

Hayer now admitted to some extent that he is not the king’s son. It was hard to accept that he had lived thinking he was the king’s son all along, but then suddenly became someone who was born out of his mother’s affair with his father who was a stranger.

He thought that he might have been preparing for treason by now, had it not been for this unexpected injury.

In fact, he was almost certain.

Then he got hurt, faced with strange monsters, and most of his original goals became blurred.

He briefly thought of his older brother, Sid Lepos. And Iris Lepos, who refused to marry him.

By refusing the throne that way, although unlikely, Iris has regained her right to challenge for the throne.

If you think about the stories of nobles who refused to marry, which had been rare in history so far, all of them were escapes of love.

However, it wasn’t that Iris had a lover of a thousand years. Hayer knew that she seemed to like him, but if the two of them were close enough to escape together, that wasn’t the case at all.

Is she really after the throne if it’s not for love?

Without any support base?

That’s impossible. He’s sure Iris herself knows.

Still, there was one thing in the odds, assuming that all successors died suddenly and she ascended the throne.

Iris Lepos becomes king, and he thought about whether she could save this continent, which might be overrun by monsters at any time.

What can she really do?

Doubtful, but honestly, his brother Sid Lepos didn’t seem to make much of a difference.

Neither is fit for the throne. In his eyes, neither side could save the continent or Luwan.

But when he thought of Iris Lepos, there was a voice that always followed him.

“You must have your own way of greeting God.”

Come to think of it, she’s at least someone who can embrace others. It was too much to compare her with Sid.

After thinking so, Hayer finished reading the book and got ready to go to bed.

Hayer, who took a sip of water and headed to bed to go to sleep, stopped for a moment.

He looked back at his belongings.

“……”

He has been taking strong medicine ever since the wound got worse.

At first, the medicine was so strong that he talked nonsense like a drunk person after taking it, but these days, he developed a tolerance for it.

Maybe he should find stronger medicine, but he couldn’t help but think that he would end up with a life where he couldn’t do anything without them.

Whenever he was sick, he would take out the medicine at any time.

Hayer didn’t want to get his hopes up, and he unconsciously focused on his wound with the medicine case out. Just in case, because he really didn’t know.

However, the more the effect of the medicine wears off, the more painful the wound becomes. The thought that one day this wound would tear his body apart haunted him.

For Dylan, he pretended to be aloof from death, but he knew he hadn’t fully accepted it.

How long has he been fighting monsters and defending the land of Luwan?

He recalled the eyes of the Kawats, who looked at him as if he were the greatest person in the world.

They believed that Tilla, the god of Luwan, was dead, and from now on they had to do the work of protecting the sacred trees, which was something Hayer still couldn’t believe.

However, on a night when pain and guilt came together, the words of a Kawat warrior, who was fighting monsters with the Knights of Tejas, would sometimes comfort him.

“Captain, you saved many people by breaking your taboo. We believe that the god Tilla no longer exists, but if she does, she would be proud of the captain who helped save people.”

afterword

wow he shared his cologne with her i’m blushing