You and me under the world tree

Maybe time will make the honor less worth mentioning?

It doesn't matter, she is strong enough, strong enough to be unreasonable, just one person is an army.

And such a character exists as a king, and her control over the legion and her own court is absolutely unprecedented.

Because she is the most powerful one.

At this moment, Sead could see the look on Studus' face.

The feeling of peace and joy is beyond words.

Obviously this is not a country he is familiar with, and obviously he has only lived here for five years.

However, the kind of smile he showed was unprecedented.

It seems that Gitland is not as good as here.

No, not Gitland exactly.

Sead understands that it is Gitland who has his own existence who cannot really make his brother feel at ease.

But why?

Unknowingly, an unspeakable complexity emerged from the bottom of Sead's heart.

It could actually be called 'jealousy' if you insist.

It's an extremely ugly emotion.

But, unlike many years ago, the object of Sead's jealousy this time is not his brother Studas.

In fact, he himself felt a little ridiculous.

Because now, the person he is jealous of is Dietrich Dietermadottir, the triumphant Gothic king who just ascended the throne today.

As for the reason, does it need to be said?

"The sense of security that family members can't give is actually given by outsiders."

Also staring at the mysterious woman who looked extremely noble but exuded coldness, Seiyad murmured in a low voice.

At this moment, he really wanted to laugh, but felt sad for no reason.

Who is responsible for the reason why my brother, who is rough and bold on the surface, but extremely delicate and sensitive in his heart, has such thoughts?

If it was said that Studas at that time chose to fight against himself, and even launched a war to seize power similar to usurping power, then he should have accused him in a rage.

Even, I should put all the responsibility on him.

However, Studus failed to do that after all.

He chose to quit and stay away.

Because of this, Sead has nothing but guilt deep in his heart.

"Obviously I am brother..."

So I should give my younger siblings a sense of security.

This kind of boredom deep in his heart is only understood by Sead himself.

Because he never did it himself, he didn't feel regret until the brother who was close to him left.

But now, he suddenly found that a woman who subconsciously felt uneasy had done something that even his family members had never done.

One can imagine the complexity deep inside.

However, if he can do this, maybe he will really feel strong jealousy towards that woman.

However, he can't.

If he really had enough heart to tolerate his brother who showed his sharpness back then, maybe he wouldn't be like this today.

Thinking of this, Sead suddenly gulped himself down.

"Hey Hey hey……"

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Release time: 45:[-] p.m.

Chapter 73: Irony

Originally, Studus just watched the lively banquet and the mysterious but extremely reliable triumphant king on the throne.

But in the next moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw his always refined elder brother start drinking like crazy, and this scene changed his expression drastically.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!"

He hastily took his hand.

At the same time, the pale golden ale swaying in the crystal wine bottle has been reduced by half.

This is not some fruit wine, but a purified spirit, which is specially supplied to the warriors in the banquet to fight for wine.

But even if it was a fight for wine, there was no such a desperate gulp.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Then, something that worried Studus happened.

Sead paid the price for his 'greed' with easy gulping.

At this moment, he desperately clutched his neck and coughed.

The pungent sensation emanating from his mouth and throat made his brain go blank.

And when it completely rushed to the brain, he felt as if his five senses were stimulated together.

Not only did he spit out the ale that was still in his mouth, but tears also flowed down.

Even, part of the tears poured down into the nasal cavity, which became clear water snot.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Lowering his head and coughing desperately, Sead seemed to have no strength at this moment.

Therefore, Studus can easily take away the high-strength ale.

But now, he doesn't know what to do.

His gaze first lingered on his extremely gawky elder brother.

Sead gasped continuously after coughing. If he hadn't bent over and coughed, the luxurious clothes would have been stained with filth including ale.

Immediately afterwards, he took another look at the ale in his hand.

The crystal clear crystal bottle highlights its own value.

A priceless wine in a beautiful container.

If it was just ordinary ale, then of course it would not be stored in this crystal bottle.

A wooden wine barrel or something is enough.

But usually there is no chance to drink this thing, after all, the precious things are specially offered by a royal family.

The winery offers the best wines every year.

Although the ale will also be sold to the outside world, since it can be offered to the great triumphant king, it must be the best of the best.

And accumulated up to now, this huge banquet is simply the wine exhibition of the great king.

Perhaps, the triumphant king's reserve is indeed a lot.

After all, in Studus' memory, he rarely saw that woman drinking.

But that seems to be two different things.

"Ugh……"

Staring at the ale that was only half a bottle left, Studus sighed helplessly.

He raised his head again and looked at his brother again.

"If you don't know how to drink, don't drink so hard."

After changing his expression several times, he finally let out a long sigh.

Then, he stretched out his hand and patted his brother's back, and then he took Sead's breath again.

At the same time, the eldest prince of Gitland finally took a breath.

Although his breathing was still rough and there seemed to be something echoing in his throat, his breathing became smooth after all.

Immediately afterwards, Studus handed over a handkerchief, and Sead took it without any hesitation.

Then, he wiped off the drink he had spit out and wiped it all clean.

"Do you still have the handkerchief?"

Sead asked.

"No more."

Studus shook his head.

Then, Sead bent down and was spat out by him slowly to the stairs.

Perhaps as a prince, cleaning the stairs here seems very cheap.

As the leader of the diplomatic mission, Sead had to consider this issue carefully.

But that's what he used to think about.

Only when he is sane can he think about these things.

Now he is drunk after all.

And in his simple logical thinking, this matter has been simplified to the simplest state:

He threw up here, so of course he should clean it up by himself.

And so, in that half-drunk, half-awake state of mind, he slowly wiped the stairs, wiping his vomit clean with a handkerchief.

"This one……"

Just when he was thinking about what to do with the handkerchief, Studus suddenly snatched the dishcloth away.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flames began to burn in his palm.

'crash'

A smell of alcohol spread immediately, and the dishcloth was completely burnt.

After seeing this scene, Sead just looked at it like this, and finally just sighed.

Then he sat down again.

"Is this the 'curse'?"

After a while, he asked.

Few people know about the dragon's curse, but Studus's family must have known about it.

Not because of anything else, after all, he needs to use the material of the fire dragon he fought back, and in this case, his parents are bound to ask about this.

Well, since his parents knew about it, Sead, the elder brother, had a way to know about it.

Obviously, it should be the father or mother who told him.

After realizing this, Studus did not deny anything.

"Well, I ran into a little thing over there in Denmark."

Having said that, Studus couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Go against the Son of God, and be damned."

Regarding the fire dragon curse on his body, his mood is actually very complicated.