It is a pity that for the "resurrection of the dawn", which was destined to be sung as a miracle in the future, Lanmuir himself did not leave the slightest memory.

Most of the soldiers and civilians present also showed symptoms of blurred memory, leaving only a vague impression. The few who claim to have a clear memory have different details in their dictations.

The "resurrection" of the last saint of the kingdom has thus become an eternal historical mystery.

Countless scholars have analyzed the situation and tried to explain what happened from a perspective that is detached from theology.

Some people say that the Holy Monarch contained a huge amount of mana and demonic breath in his body at that time, and it is unknown what kind of abnormalities may have occurred in it.

Some people say that there may be a hidden archmage who was moved by the Holy Monarch and mixed in the crowd to perform a forbidden technique.

One of the generally accepted sayings, which is also the statement that countless teachers explained to students in future spell classes, is-

After a person's heart beats and breathing stops, consciousness does not die. And it is not an exaggeration to say that His Majesty's healing technique is unparalleled in the world, probably because of the Holy Monarch's own will to survive that attracted the mana gathered by the people, bringing this miracle of resurrection.

It wasn't until later that someone found the half-broken statue of the Mother of God in that wilderness.

If the believer receives the most precious treasure and insists that this is the evidence of the coming of the Divine Mother, is not that crack the embodiment of the weeping of the Divine Mother?

And the unbelieving magicians are also like a treasure, believing that this is caused by the strong mana shock when the healing spell is activated, and even the statue of the Mother of God has been destroyed, doesn't it mean that the miracle has nothing to do with the gods?

And just like that, the argument continued. Whether that miracle was man-made or God-given is still uncertain.

The only thing that is certain is that "His Majesty has become a god" or "He has recovered from the flowers and sweet springs, and he stands up and smiles at the soldiers and his people" is certainly nonsense.

Ranmuir's body was already in shambles, and his spirit was exhausted to the extreme, even if the fatal arrow wound was healed, it was only a breath of renewal.

After the brilliant golden light dissipated, Lanmuir fell into a deep coma again, and his brother Aiden hugged him and cried and laughed.

The Holy Monarch was carefully escorted back to the royal city, but the doctors who were called to the palace began to worry.

In the past, the temple did have holy water that could purify the influence of demonic breath, but that was only for the situation where the demon had just mutated under the influence of demonic breath. Lanmuir's demonization has been too long and too deep, and now he is extremely weak, and no one dares to use it rashly for him.

That night, the doctor's face was heavy, and he honestly explained to Aiden: "...... We can only seal His Majesty's mana first, so that the demonic breath and mana do not collide. The rest, wait until the person can wake up. ”

Aiden's eyes were dark, and his fingers clenched at the wall: "Can my brother return to his normal human appearance?" ”

"To be honest, it's hard, Your Majesty."

Aiden couldn't help but slam his fist against the wall, his teeth hurting.

The doctor said, "Also, Your Majesty, there is one more thing......"

"We see the Holy Monarch's neck, there is ...... There are traces of wearing hard objects for a long time. It should be a chain or a leather ring, I heard that the demons will wear this kind of thing on their slaves......"

"Slave!?" Aiden gasped and jerked back.

Behind

In the room, the gauzy curtain hung down, and only a faint shadow of a quiet slumber could be seen.

He ...... What kind of seven years did he go through!? ”

The doctor's face was grimacing.

No one has ever entered the abyss, and no one has ever come into contact with the demons. Aiden's question is destined to go unanswered.

They can only imagine in the worst direction. Lanmuir was only in his twenties when he entered the abyss, and as a noble and noble monarch, he was used as a slave by the demons for seven years, and when he returned, his blond hair turned into snow and his body was covered with demon scales...... What has he been through, and what is his current state?

Aiden's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "He went to save the demons, but he was harmed by the demons like this, I ......"

The young monarch smiled bitterly and covered his face with his hand: "I can understand first-hand why my brother once said that the chain of hatred is the most difficult to break. I really can't wait to send troops immediately and dismantle those demons. ”

The doctor let out a long sigh.

"Alas...... No one has ever had a good conversation with the Holy Monarch now. We don't know if he was still sane, or even if his personality and memory were intact......"

"When the Holy Monarch wakes up, no matter what he says, please let Your Majesty follow it more, and you must not mention the abyss and the demon clan casually, so as not to irritate people......"

The doctor nagged. The more Aiden listened, the more panicked he became, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "I know, I know." ”

Ranmuir slept in the palace for four days before waking up.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a trance for almost a quarter of an hour.

Returning to everything on earth is like a dream.

It was as if he heard countless souls laughing and calling him, and as if he heard countless people crying and calling him. In the fog of consciousness, I saw the brilliant sunshine and fell asleep in the sunshine.

Open your eyes again, and here it is.

His body is surrounded by furnishings that have been separated for seven years, and this is his bedroom when he was a saint. Even the delicate carvings on the ceiling, the scratches on the gold and bronze chandeliers, and the ties of the white gauze bed tents are just as they are remembered.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine and was quiet. There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door, and Ranmuir knew that they were the ladies of the palace, and if they shouted, someone would come in.

So, I really ...... Are you back?

Ranmuir thought of the heart-piercing arrow on the watchtower, and felt even more unreal.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch his heart, but he didn't expect to move his arm, his face turned pale, and he snorted softly.

It hurts, it hurts everywhere, and it feels like it's broken.

A furry head suddenly raised next to the bed: "Brother!?" ”

Aiden, who was lying there resting, woke up, and hurriedly protected Lanmuir's trembling arm and stuffed it back into the quilt, "Slow down, slow down, don't move......"

"Brother woke up, it's great...... The doctor said you should wake up two days ago, but you stay asleep, Jane

I'm scared to death. ”

Aiden's nasal voice was very heavy, and it was obvious that he had been crying badly these days.

He lay on the side of the bed and choked, "How do you feel, thirsty or not, hungry or not?" Does it hurt a lot? If you feel really uncomfortable, you can drink some anesthetic......"

Lanmuir reluctantly shook Aiden's palm back: "Aiden......"

"It's me, it's me. Brother, you're in the palace, you're home, this is your room back then, remember?

？ ”

Ranmuir said, "The barrier of Gasso...... Miasma ......"

Aiden's Adam's apple moved,

Whispered, "Don't worry,

Everything is fine except yourself. ”

Lanmuir heard a hint of distress in his brother's tone.

He smiled with difficulty, and reached out to touch his brother's hair, "I'm sorry, Aiden, I always worry you...... It's nice to see you again, though. ”

With just one sentence, Aiden almost didn't cry.

He had been mentally prepared for the worst, but with so much pain falling, his brother seemed to have changed everything, and it was as if nothing had changed. Those gentle eyes not only did not dim, but seemed to be brighter and more moving.

Aiden didn't want to show his sadness in front of Lanmuir, so he hurriedly forced a smile, excused himself to pour water for him, turned around and rubbed his face, and opened the curtains again.

Outside the window, it was a blue and sunny day, and the branches of the trees in winter stretched out like a painting.

Lanmuir nestled in the bed, and quietly looked at his long-absent brother by the light of day.

Seven years have passed, Aiden has obviously matured a lot, his flaxen-colored hair is combed into the curly style of the palace nobles, and the corners of his eyes have the stability of a king, but now he is obviously haggard, but there is no momentum.

Aiden came back quickly, and he first put the bowl and spoon on the small table at the head of the bed, and then called the two maids into the house.

The maids, dressed in brown cloth dresses and white lace headbands, saluted first to Aiden and then to Lanmuir as "Your Majesty".

They gently lifted Ranmuir's upper body up and let him lean against the soft pillow.

The Holy Monarch smiled, thanked them weakly, and asked them again, aren't you afraid of the demons? The maids were so frightened that they shook their heads and waved their hands, unable to speak.

They were all new in the past few years, and they had never seen such a gentle and friendly royal family, and their two pretty faces were flushed.

"Brother, you don't talk much...... Come, try it, it's flower tea, and honey, red dates and some herbs are added. The doctor said it could be drunk as water. ”

Aiden fed a small spoonful of warm medicinal tea a little nervously and handed it over.

Lanmuir took a sip, stunned. It's a taste he used to love. I dreamed of it in the first few years when I first arrived in the abyss.

A huge sense of trance came back to my face.

After being in the abyss for so long, he had become accustomed to the bittersweet juice of hot wine, goat's milk, and wild fruits. At this time, the mellow and elegant aroma of tea suddenly filled his mouth, which made Lan Muir unable to recover for a long time.

An idea popped into my mind.

He thought: The abyss doesn't have this kind of taste, and the demon king must not have tasted it. I don't know if I'll like it.

Immediately afterward, Ranmuir's right hand suddenly began to tremble in a fine manner.

He subconsciously wanted to press it with his left hand, but his left hand also began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Brother, what's wrong with you!?"

Aiden was startled, and hurriedly put the bowl down, "Don't you like it, we don't drink it, don't drink this, I'll pour you water......"

The winter sun outside the window shone on Lanmuir's emaciated pale face.

The Holy Monarch's expression was quite calm, but he just stared at his trembling hands and said, "...... No, I'm fine. ”

He knew the reason for his trembling. These are the hands...... He once pulled out a scimitar in the wind and snow and broke the only remaining left corner of the demon king.

Lost the horns, lost the magic

In the abyss, where power equals dignity, what will become of the dim in the future?

Ranmuir's heart throbbed so hard that he had to close his eyes and whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired." ”

Aiden and the maids were so frightened that they hurriedly helped him lie down and sent someone to call the doctor.

And Ranmuir had already turned sideways and buried his face in the pillow.

…… Of course, he knew that the root cause of Gasso's calamity had been broken.

I have finally completed this hard road. Leave the abyss and return to your hometown, no longer a king who bears sins, nor a slave of the demon king.

But fourteen years ago, the "curse" that Dim Yao gave him in the abyss

, instead of unraveling, it seems to have mutated.

Whenever he sees sunlight or flowers, he still feels a long pain in his heart.

He would think of the frost and snow of winter, of the veins of fire underground, of the wildebeest and the scaly claws that clenched the reins, of the campfire and the black scales of the fire.

There were also bells made of bone chips, distant sacrificial songs, and even the sound of war drums and bloody winds that he hated.

No. Ranmuir clenched his palms in silence.

It seemed that it was not only the sunshine and flowers, but when he saw all the good things, he would think of the land called Cassel.

There was a demon king who had his horns cut off because of him.

He once told Twilight that he didn't love him. He really didn't think he would fall in love with the Demon King, even if there were some special emotions, it was just some guilt, some gratitude, and some admiration and touch.

But now, after a near-death separation, Lanmuir suddenly found that he was beginning to miss his demon king a little.

Is this also part of guilt? He didn't know. But he wanted Duyao to also taste his favorite flower tea, with honey, red dates, and some herbs.

So when the doctor came in a hurry, the holy monarch lying on the bed tried to raise his face, and couldn't help but open his mouth and ask the first sentence:

"Your Excellency, will my body be able to recover? It's okay if you're not healthy, I want to ask...... Will I ever be able to return to the abyss? ”！