Chapter 41 My King 2

Chapter 41 My King 2

Rand's impression of Cyril was slightly better than most people on the continent, just a little bit.

Rand possessed divine power when he was born. He was the spokesperson of the gods on the mainland. When he was seven years old, he was nearly omniscient and omnipotent. The Pope decided to recognize him as pope and invited kings from various countries on the mainland to watch the ceremony.

The king of the Oran Empire at that time was Cyril's father, Semondos. Semondos was personable, noble and graceful, but he was always frowning and sighing.

By chance, Rand had a brief private contact with Semondos before his coronation.

Semondos told him his troubles, "My only son, Cyril, I am really worried about his future."

Rand said gently: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

He has divine power and can cure some injuries that cannot be cured by ordinary medicine.

Semondos's face darkened, "He doesn't want to see anyone."

Rand: "Why?"

Semondos sighed heavily. His son's unusual narcissism made it difficult for him to express it. He said vaguely: "He thinks he is different from others."

"Everyone in the world is unique and has a tolerant heart. If you accept yourself, you can embrace the public." After Rand finished speaking, a priest came over to ask him to pray, and he left.

Later, Semondos died and Cyril succeeded to the throne. The reputation of narcissism spread throughout the continent. Only then did Rand realize the meaning of what the King of Oran said. He originally thought that Cyril might have some physical problems.Being disabled makes you reluctant to meet people. I didn't expect it to be such a funny reason.

This time, he relied on his divine power to escape his soul and reach the Oran Empire, just to persuade Cyril and hope that he would not be too willful. Rand did not want to stir up unrest in the entire continent because of Cyril alone.

But what he never expected was to see such a scene.

Faced with such an embarrassing situation, he could not show up to warn. He was about to leave first, but found that he could not move. He was so surprised that he tried several times with his mind, but could not do it.

The young king was still moving, and seemed to be in pain. Crystal tears fell from his lake-green eyes in ripples. Rand looked away and tried to leave this strange palace full of mirrors, but failed.

Worse, he seemed to be trapped in this palace, unable to even leave within half a meter of Cyril.

Cyril's thin sobs continued to be heard in his ears. Rand turned his back and silently recited the teachings in his heart. He was a messenger of God. He was born pure and ascetic. Everyone respected him very much. He did not often interact with others.Contact, let alone such contact... Rand felt his face quickly burning up.

Finally, Cyril let out a long cry, seeming to be released.

Rand turned his back to him, dismissed distracting thoughts, and tried hard to mobilize his thoughts to leave, but this palace seemed to have some strange energy that prevented him from leaving, and Rand frowned slightly.

The system came out of the shielding, and seeing Lotte looking disheveled and crying, he said helplessly: "Cheer up."

Letian said sadly and angrily: "Tell me if you did it on purpose!"

System: "I'm not the kind of system that holds grudges."

Lotte gritted his teeth: "But I am the kind of person who holds grudges."

system:"……"

Who can understand the pain of being extremely beautiful but unable to see anyone?Lotte now fully understands Cyril's mentality. A mortal is not worthy of even being looked at by him, let alone marrying him. Thinking about it gives him goosebumps. Now there is only one name left in Lotte's mind, his only hope.

"Rand..." Please, you must be more handsome than me!

Rand suddenly heard his name and instinctively followed it.

Cyril raised his arms to hold his face, revealing only his perfectly shaped red lips. Rand's name flowing out of such beautiful lips seemed to have a subtle charm.

Rand had to admit that Cyril was not a madman, and those who thought he was a madman just didn't have the chance to meet Cyril.

If they had met Cyril, they would have admitted that only a child of God could have such beauty.

Unable to leave, Rand simply approached Cyril and sent a gentle divine power through his spirit body to envelope Cyril, hoping to soothe the pain and sadness in his heart.

Lotte: "System, I suddenly feel so hot."

The system said coldly: "...Don't make excuses for your heat."

Lotte: "No, it's really hot."

An inexplicable warmth wandered around him, especially the top of his head. It was as warm as a small sun and quite comfortable. Lotte raised his head. He saw nothing except his own face in the ceiling mirror, and his face was full of doubts.He lowered his head again.

Rand, who was floating above him, looked at him unexpectedly. His lake green eyes were slightly gray when viewed up close, looking innocent and melancholy. Rand knew that Cyril couldn't see him, but he still held his breath at that moment.

Lotte thought for a while and suddenly realized, "I know, it is my beauty that is shining!"

System: "..." He is probably really seriously ill.

After finishing masturbating, Lotte entered a brief sage mode and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Cyril enjoys it very much. His bath is made of pure gold, with a warm water pipe running underneath. As long as he rings the bell, there will be a steady supply of warm water. He drills a few small holes in the lower left corner of the bath to let out water.You can avoid seeing people throughout the entire process.

Lotte rang the bell, and warm water immediately poured in. Looking at the steamy water, Lotte said: "This gives me a very bad association."

System: "What?"

Lotte: "How long will it take to fill the pool with water while adding water and discharging water at the same time? I always write this math problem wrong every time."

System: "...You don't even know how to answer such a simple question?"

Lotte: "You know how? Calculate how long it will take for this bath to be full!"

The system sneered and immediately gave the answer, "78 seconds."

Lotte: "It's pretty good. I wish I had a smart computer like you when I take exams in school."

The top system was classified as a computer by Lotte... The system was almost so angry that it messed up its code, and even began to wonder why it had to capture Lotte. Maybe the other systems failed because they saw through this person's true nature, so they deliberately did not catch him.

While the system was thinking about it, the water was put in. Lotte took off his clothes and went into the water. Rand floated to the bathroom involuntarily, as if he had grown up on him. He turned his back and listened to Cyril sinking into the water and making a slight sound.sound.

Cyril seems to be a very silent person. Since Rand came to the palace, apart from hearing Cyril call his name, he has not heard Cyril say a word.

Lotte held the water in both hands and panicked to the system: "Mom, this water is not clear. Why is it so white inside?"

System: "..." I really don't want to answer but if I don't answer, I will be annoyed to death, "I added some skin care and cleansing spices."

Letian let go and said sadly: "How can such turbid water illuminate my beautiful face? It makes me so sad."

System: "..." It regrets it now, very much.

Because he couldn't see his own peerless beauty, Lotte became depressed, lying softly by the bathtub, and told the system that he wanted to make the bathroom 360° full of mirrors with no blind spots.

The system felt horrified when thinking about that scene, and couldn't help but make a suggestion, "Why don't you get a small mirror?"

Letian thought for a while and said, "That makes sense." He immediately climbed out of the water.

The system was caught off guard and his face was covered in mosaics. Rand was not so lucky. Before he could close his eyes, he was once again forced to admire Cyril's naked body.

The pope, who had always been aloof and isolated from the world, felt for the first time what it meant to take advantage of others. Emotions similar to 'shame' began to appear in his heart, as if he was now a wretched voyeur, but that was not his intention.

Lotte shook his little head and found a small mirror he liked on Cyril's bedside. It was an oval mirror, cut like a diamond surface, and the silver handle was very light and palm-sized, just enough to fit into the cuff.

Lotte held up the mirror and looked at it happily for a while, and his frown finally relaxed. Ah, looking in the mirror is indeed the happiest thing.

When taking a shower, Lotte would pick up his own small mirror to take a look after washing for a while. Every time, he would smile sweetly and wish he could kiss the mirror.

At this time, Rand did not know that he and the system had come to a highly similar conclusion: Cyril (Lotte) was seriously ill.

Of course, the system is full of malice, but Rand is full of sympathy for Cyril at this moment. He thinks that Cyril is sick, but he is sick in his heart. He should also be in pain in his heart. The world does not understandThe sarcasm and ridicule only increased his psychological pressure.

That's why he locked himself in the palace alone to vent. When venting, he was still in pain. Only when he faced himself in the mirror would he show a smile.

This disease is probably called loneliness, Rand thought to himself, what a pitiful Cyril.

After taking a bath, Lotte cried again. She held up the mirror and cried silently, "Mom, I may not be your biological child. You can't give birth to a beautiful cub like me."

System: "...Get away."

Cyril, shrouded in light mist, was like the goddess Venus who emerged from the sea. She was so incredibly beautiful that Lotte burst into tears, "If beauty is a sin, then I am already unforgivably sinful."

System: "If being mentally retarded is a crime, you would already be in prison for life."

Lotte delicately wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her little finger, "I don't care about my beauty. You are just jealous of my beauty."

Because of the overly picky aesthetics, Lotte doesn't want to see people at all now. The place feels similar to the Middle Ages. The aristocratic entertainment is limited to watching plays and listening to operas. Lotte basically bids farewell to such crowd-gathering activities.

Thinking about it, Cyril's life is indeed monotonous. The most important thing he does every day is to look in the mirror.

Lotte applied, "I want to watch a movie."

System: "Aren't you afraid of vomiting?"

Lotte: "I'm afraid, so I want to see something that's not a real person."

system:"……"

Lotte: "Come on, start charging."

The system was too lazy to argue with Lotte anymore and clicked on the episode of Animal World where elephants courted their mates, "Watch the movie."

Lotte: "..."

System: "Mom loves you."

This heavy maternal love made Letian breathless. He took out his beloved little mirror and looked at it to calm down, "I mean cartoons."

The system said happily: "Okay." Then clicked on Dumbo.

Lotte has really never watched this movie, so he watched it with gusto.

Rand looked at Cyril lying down listlessly, his eyes unfocused, as if he was in a daze. He hesitated for a moment, and then called in a deep voice: "Cyril."

Lotte: "Hey, I seem to hear someone calling me?"

The system was a little panicked, "I heard it too."

Letian trembled, "Isn't there a ghost? There are ghosts in this world?"

System: "I, I don't know either..." There is no ghost element in this world setting?

Lotte: "I'm afraid of ghosts..."

System: "..." It is also afraid of ghosts...

Everyone was terrified. Rand saw that he seemed to be frightened, so he said in the softest voice: "I am Rand."

Letian's face froze for a moment, and he replied cautiously: "Are you...are you dead? Are you a ghost?"

Rand, the true son of God: "..."