Aiden's condition was so bad that he couldn't even remember the last time he had a good night's sleep. For days, the nightmare of midnight was his only companion, and he saw in his dreams the smile of his father's expectation, the flickering light of the sword in the darkness, and even, the hideous and twisted face, and the burning capital in the flames. The white oak tree, which symbolized the royal power of Orem, withered and withered in the rooftop garden, and finally shed crimson blood.

More than once he woke up in the agony of suffocation, wheezing violently, hoping to find even the slightest strength that would give him warmth. However, all the once majestic Oak Palace could give him at this moment was silent silence and lonely coldness.

He thought of Cyrian, the brother with whom he had grown up and who were like brothers. So, as soon as His Majesty died, he sent a secret letter to Sirian. Then I heard the news that the Sardinia War had been won and that the legions had gone to Sardinia to rest. He knew that this was an effort made for him by Sirian from a distant battlefield, and that the only partner he could trust was hurrying back to the capital.

Aiden was convinced of this, and even at the moment of the Imperial Council, even the moment he pushed open the door of the council chamber, he was steadfast.

The eyes of the courtiers were very strange, as if the kind companions of the father and the king when he was alive had turned into strangers in the suspicion and speculation. Some of their eyes were shocked, some silent, some plain, and even, some excited, but they didn't care.

Aiden walked slowly to the chair on the left-hand side of the main seat, but did not sit down. Taking a deep breath, as a prince, he knew clearly that at this moment, his weakness in the face of wolves would only make him die without a place to bury.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Aiden paused, as the ministers responded, "I beg your pardon for being late. It is my regret to inform you that His Majesty the King is in poor health and may not be able to attend today's meeting. ”

"Oh, that's really discouraging news, especially in the moment when the war is won. ”

"Bless my king, may Your Majesty recover soon......"

"I hope Your Majesty will take care of your health and bring a badge of commendation to our warriors when the legion returns in triumph......"

“......”

The Imperial Ministers expressed their blessings to His Majesty in a tone of regret in unison, and only a sneer flashed on Donis's face. "This is really sad news, my dear brother, is my father's condition serious?"

"Lord Knut, the head of the palace, has already found a doctor to diagnose it, and it is all right. Although he knew that this moment would come, in the face of his own brother, Aiden's heart was still filled with irrepressible anger and disappointment. He doesn't even remember when his brother became the enemy of his life. And the hatred of this enemy for himself grows day by day, and until today, the situation has developed to the edge of the cliff.

Donis gave a look of relief, as if he was relieved to hear the news. "Praise be to the Lord God and thank you for your protection of His Majesty the King. He put his hand to his chest and his face was full of urgency, "I am going to visit His Majesty, and I can only be at ease when I see his kind smile." For the sake of the Lord God, this heart-wrenching torment is too much for me to bear......"

"I'm afraid you can't do that, Donis, I beg your pardon for the need for rest. Aiden's expression was a little cold, and his hands were clenched together angrily in his sleeves.

Donis was stunned, and then a loud roar resounded throughout the chamber. "Hell, are you going to refuse a son's request to visit his father?!For God's sake, you can't do that!" His body trembled and his face flushed.

It was this moment that Donis was waiting for, he was going to push his brother into a corner in front of his courtiers, while he occupied the moral high ground.

Aiden glanced around the crowd. "Please note that this is not for me to decide, and if you are to disobey His Majesty's decree, I will have no choice. ”

"Why, my dear brother, are you going to banish me from the Oak Palace?" Donis slammed his fists on the long table, his forehead bruised, "I now have reason to wonder if His Majesty's health is as you say, or if you are doing something shady behind your back......"

"That's enough!" Aiden was furious, he was already dead to his brother in front of him, "Praetorian Guard, take Lord Donis out of Oak Palace!

The guards outside the gate quickly walked in, but they hesitated in the face of a duke, who was also the second son of His Majesty the King.

Donis jerked to his feet and knocked the chair beneath him to the ground. "I'm probably not the only one who has doubts about His Majesty's health! Are you going to expel us all? The Imperial Council is not a place for you to have the final say! My brother!"

Aiden narrowed his eyes and stared at Donis, knowing that the time had come to turn over his hole cards.

The silent flames of war burned among the courtiers present, and no one was stupid enough to believe that Donis would dare to call Aiden, who was the crown prince, or even the Imperial Guard behind Aiden.

Whether to support Aiden, who occupies the legal principle, or Donis, who has the possibility of turning the tables, is a choice, a choice that is a matter of life and death. It seems that the gambler who is waiting to place a bet hopes that both sides in the field will add some more weight to make the situation a little clearer, but it is time to have to place a bet. The courtiers looked at each other, their eyes flickering, and the meaning was difficult to understand. The only sound in the council chamber could be heard was the clatter of books, which was a bit harsh and out of place.

Rogett was still playing with the dagger, and his smile was bright, as if something was not his business. Colin found a flannel cloth from somewhere, and carefully wiped the ring on his finger. The Minister of Justice, Gasula, was a little unable to sit still, and he looked at Donis, as if he wanted to take a gamble.

"Think about the consequences, Donis, you don't have the right to do this. "Aiden is making a last-ditch effort.

Donis laughed dryly. "Brother, you're not a king yet!"

Just then, a deep voice sounded in the doorway. "That's right, he's not ...... for the time being"

With the sound of heavy footsteps, Sirian pushed open the door to the council chamber. It was a majestic figure, dried blood covered with bright silver armor, Somu's emblem shining brightly on the cloak, and sheepskin gloves seemed to have been soaked with blood, and the original color could not be seen. His face was a little pale, and his hair was a little messy, but no one dared to meet his majestic eyes.

He just stood there, with a chilling murderous aura and a lingering sadness on his body. Facing this general of a hundred battles, the duke from Junhe, everyone stood up silently and bowed to him. Not because of his merits, but because of his irrefutable loyalty to the kingdom of Orem.

There was silence in the chamber, no one spoke, and even Donis, who was still screaming a second ago, closed his mouth, thinking about something, looking a little hesitant and a little shocked.

"I ...... Take me to His Majesty......" Cyrian's lips trembled a little, and he struggled to restrain himself.

Aiden nodded lightly and walked out with Cyrian. No objection, no objection, and the door to the chamber was closed again. Rogette quietly put away the dagger, and Colin sat there, as if he had found the most comfortable position, cold sweat covering Gassula's forehead, and he himself didn't even know that Knorr had turned the big book to a new page, and considered what he wanted to write......

......

"Your Majesty, he ......" followed behind Aiden, and Sirian asked, but he didn't know what to say, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and his voice was dry and speechless.

Aiden's expression darkened. "Your Majesty's illness has been going on for a long time, and he used to say before he died that this was definitely not the right time......" he paused, "and he walked peacefully......

Sirian took a deep breath and stiffly tried to change the subject. "What's Donis' hole card?"

"It's not clear for the time being, it seems that he is also hesitating, and there are some results that he can't afford. Aiden sighed, "By the way, you're in trouble on the road?" Obviously, Cyrian's state surprised him a little.

"There are no secrets in Orem......," replied the Duke, "but fortunately it has no effect. "Cyrian is not going to say much about the second secret letter. And, even if it does, what can it do? What Silver Oak City lacks now is definitely not a conspiracy, but a king.

Aiden smiled helplessly, he was used to it. "The Lord God is above, it's okay. ”

"Aiden, have you thought about what if I don't make it back, or even die on the way?" asked Sirian.

Aiden, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Sirian. "I didn't think about it, I knew you would be able to come back. I never doubted that. ”

In his eyes, Sirian saw a determined light, and that was the trust of the mortal party. "Hell, you're crazy!" and shook his head.

In the depths of the palace, the number of imperial guards has increased significantly. At the entrance to the dormitory, Sirian even saw Sean Keppel, the head of the Imperial Guard. The dutiful old man's eyes were bloodshot, his tired face was carved with resolute lines, one hand caressed the hilt of his sword, and his waist was straight to the ground.

The old man saw Sirian following Aiden, his body was obviously loose, and he nodded slightly and stood sideways.

Aiden walked over but stopped, silently standing aside like the head of the Imperial Guard. It seemed that this door should not have been opened by him at this time, and the owner behind the door waited for Duke Junhe for a long, long time until the last moment of his life.

Cyrian stood in front of the door, and his heart, which he thought had been calmed, trembled uncontrollably, and he did not even dare to touch the small handle. Finally, he pushed the door open, and the room was filled with light.