Chapter 37: Isolation in the Ice Realm (Part II)

Late at night, Ambassador Lounge.

"So, you just slipped outside with a fish-man kid of unknown origin and came back so late?!" After listening to Bedeville's explanation, Arthur reproached with an angry face, "Don't you know that we are under the watchful eye of the merfolk and any suspicious behavior will make our heads move?" "Aha, yes, I'm sorry. Bediwell smiled shyly. He did get carried away with Tristan and didn't know when it would be time to go back to bed

It's not as bad as moving your head.

Arthur didn't see a trace of remorse on Bedi's face, only an unintentional smirk. This made the knight so angry that he almost wanted to beat up the werewolf boy.

"However, the merfolk guarding did not make any moves. Kai suppressed the impulsive Arthur and deliberately diverted the topic: "Have they always been so unvigilant?" Arthur puffed out two white plumes of white smoke from his nostrils, cleared his thoughts, and tried to find a more reasonable explanation: "Merfolk have a long life, and their concept of time is very vague, and there is almost no difference between a minute and an hour. And they don't know much about the physiology of orcs, so they probably thought that it would take so long for Bedi to go to the toilet. "I think it's more like Tristan doing good things. Bediwell disagreed with Arthur's explanation, wagging his tail and laughing, "Doesn't he just say a word to hypnotize others?" Arthur pondered, "Fish-men are very rare, and that little guy's background is probably not simple, either a noble child or a member of the royal family. The werewolf boy's eyes widened: "This, so powerful!?" Kai smiled evilly and analyzed: "Fish-people, that is, male mermaids, have a 1 in a billion chance of being born. Merfolk can mate with any other humanoid race, but will generally only give birth to females. "Don't say anything [mating] in front of children, you idiot. Arthur scolded.

"What's the problem, this kid is not small. Kai laughed even more lewdly, "When I was his age, I would have made the festival a long time ago—""-don't say it!" Arthur interrupted, glaring at Kai fiercely.

"In short, Tristan is a very rare fish-man," Kai ignored Arthur's eyes, and continued, "Even if he was born in the people, he would usually be taken to the palace to be the adopted son of a royal family or nobleman, and then protected like a rare animal, and would never leave the palace." "How can this be. Bediwell was touched, "Not even freedom, forever locked up in this cold palace?, how can this life be lived!" (Who is destined to be imprisoned for the rest of his life at birth?' this is not fair!) "Canary in a cage." Arthur sighed, "That child must be lonely." "So when you see a child who is about your own age, you can't help but pounce and bite it? Kay laughed funny, "Beddeville is such a popular critter. "Shut up!" said the werewolf boy angrily.

"In short, we don't care about other people's affairs. Arthur lay on the bed, finding a comfortable position on his back, "We just have to concentrate on how to escape—of course, if possible, I still try to convince the Queen of Iceland." "If the war could be stopped with just one mouth, this shijie wouldn't have so many people dying every day. Anyway, let's rest today. Sir Kay also rolled on the bed a few times, "Uh, the Viking stench!" Arthur shook his head, and went over to turn off the light, and the room went dark.

When darkness comes, it is made of blue crystals, and the translucent ceiling reflects the stars in the sky. Contrary to the irritable Beddyville, it was a crisp, cloudless, starry autumn night.

The werewolf boy looked at the sky and remembered the fish-man boy he had met earlier.

(He must have lived too lonely, longing for a friend of the same age.) (But after the events in Iceland passed, we had to leave and never see each other again.) (What can I do for him?) Bediwell sighed softly and curled up under the covers, unable to close his eyes all night.

At the same time, in the dormitory on the east side of the palace.

The fish-man boy is bathing under the care of several mermaids.

The light fragrance of edelweiss reverberates in the bathroom, and the beautiful mermaids sing soft rhymes, making this fish-man boy feel like he is in a fairyland. All sorts of delicate and delicious pastries are placed around the bath, and the mermaids feed the boy while serving him in the bath.

Surrounded by beauties, enjoy a meal in the midst of a delightful dance of warblers and swallows, and relax in a comfortable aromatherapy bath. For ordinary people, this is the enjoyment of the emperor, the goal that he wants to achieve all his life.

Tristan, who has already gotten all this, is not happy.

What is happiness and what does it mean to be truly alive?

Is it called happiness to be satisfied with the pleasures of the day, to be domesticated like a pig?

The fish-man boy had enjoyed so much luxury that he was tired of even such heavenly times. The boy was thinking about the werewolf boy: only playing with friends of the same age was the time that the fishman boy really longed for.

The mermaid sisters rubbed the young man's sore shoulders and asked with a kind smile, "Your Highness, where did you run to play tonight? "Whew!" Tristan cried out as he grumbled as his shoulder ached, "I didn't run out to play, I just found a place to practice my swordsmanship." "Practice swordsmanship?—do you occasionally have a diligent time?" asked a figure hiding behind a tent in the distance.

"Of course. The fish-man boy replied, "Without you releasing the water, I would have practiced more easily." The merfolk chuckled and rubbed the sponge on the boy's body, making more foam and washing the boy's body. They had grown up with the Fishman boy as a baby, and in the eyes of the merfolk, Tristan was almost exactly the same baby as before.

Arthur was right - the merfolk with a long life, the concept of the passage of time was very vague, and they had only been with the merman boy for a dozen years, which was less than one-seventieth of their life.

In their eyes, no matter how many years pass, Tristan is still a child, and the so-called practice of swordsmanship is just a play like a family. The merfolk imagined Tristan dancing his sword alone in the moonlight, how cute and funny it was.

Unbeknownst to them, Tristan has met and befriended a werewolf boy. Their practice is real, not just play.

Their friendship is not just a passing moment, only time can tell.

But all this, the mermaids will not understand.

Tristan was absent-minded, letting the merfolk rub around his body, but he had a plan in mind. The naïve fish-man boy thought that his plan was very good, and secretly laughed to himself.