My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don't Want to Part Wit

"Those guys were trying to take me out just to suck their sweet juice. I entered the palace pretending to ride their thoughts to avert my uncle's danger. There you are. When you saw your uncle, you advised him that a certain party was after his life, and later, an assassin showed up and attacked you in front of your uncle? I was frightened to hear that you had earned my trust by trying to shelter my uncle. My uncle had a terrible attitude, too."

That uncle couldn't have taken care of anything. Saul said.

"My uncle has been told like an incompetent prince who was lucky enough to pick up the throne, but he isn't. I didn't fail to be vigilant pretending to be incompetent in front of others. He's a good plotter. That's why I was concerned that you were not alert to anything coming from another country. Besides, it was a mistake to behave like you were the son of Prince Wang."

"You knew the son of Prince Wang was Fion, didn't you?

"Oh. I had a couple of opportunities to look at each other when I was a mercenary. Looks like he was flying around to another country."

Fion had been entrusted with spying units under Dennis. Anton knew about it, too.

I didn't know you were my uncle's son.

Saul was wondering that Reamos was not alert and had Anton on his side. Though Anton was also fortunate that Reamos had favourably accepted it, he didn't feel like he was going too well.

"My uncle seemed to accept you after he figured it all out. When you came to Trojan, the doctor had declared that you had been assaulted by a demon and that you were still alive for months."

Saul looked pitifully at Anton.

"You knew that, didn't you? It looks like that. He said it was a life to die even if left alone. My uncle seemed prepared to be stabbed whenever he was facing you."

Anton couldn't say anything. When I did meet King Liamos, I thought his security was oddly loose. Sometimes the bent escorts who always walk with them were kept away.

"Having figured everything out, did you take me...?

"So I won't let you die easily. I don't know how to make a tear parent face to face in the afterlife."

I went out into the meadows as I crossed the border and through the forest. Potsung and monastic objects were seen ahead.

"Anton Garrant died today. You're just a man with no family name. Anton, you're going to live with your sins."

Saul said so in front of the monk who came out to pick him up, leaving Anton behind and walking away in a front carriage. The monk asked Saul for Anton and said, "Yes. Your Majesty," he replied. In that attitude, Anton learned that King Liamos had died and that Saul had taken office as a new king.

Suddenly, I was surprised why I would let myself live. I wondered if keeping himself alive, the son of King Liamos, would only be a disturber to him. But I was admonished in the words of a monk who seemed to understand everything.

"Here lies the remains of the late King Liamos. The king wanted to be a monk here from his lifetime. But the dream didn't come true, and he asked Saul to do it when he died. He wants me to bury him in this cemetery after he dies. My son's sins are his own. After death, my soul will continue to pray for my son in this land."

The monk entered the cemetery and guided Anton in front of a grave.

"This is...!

Anton shook himself. The tomb was further away than any other tomb. But the iron chains were wrapped around the tomb. Anton breathed in the unusual sight. It was said that after death in the land of Greece and in the land of Troy, everyone's soul would be judged and led to heaven. I've never heard of restraining graves in chains like this.

It is said that even the great villains can go to heaven if they repent of their sins in the afterlife. Yet this tomb is like rejecting it.

"It's a testament to sinners. The late King Liamos himself was found guilty."

Anton collapsed from his knee. The monk left him on the spot and watched him outside the cemetery. Anton gave me tears. Anton will then live as a monk. while continuing to protect his father's grave.

He is said to have finished his serene life, having had a small mouth count and not much to say about himself.