香港理论电影

Chapter 125

The king’s remarks of  ‘take the portraits back,’ were enough to make his servants despair.

[“At a time like this, if the Princess weren’t too young . . .”]

She would be able to raise herself to the throne.

She couldn’t even choose that option now.

If such a thing happened, it was clear that the Empire would send a person to the Kingdom for the purpose of “helping” the little Princess.

Putting an external power in the deepest part of the kingdom was no different than giving up the sovereignty of the kingdom of Liz.

Naturally, the Empire will try to wield this land in a way that is favorable to them.

After all, nothing will ever be better than it is now.

But some were more pessimistic.

[“There would be no way to say that the Princess is over sixteen.”]

The minister who said that was almost despondent.

There is no way a daughter who grew up watching such a king’s behavior will become a proper person.

[“Just quietly take the portraits and go back. It would be difficult to get angry by adding too much noise.”]

That night.

Elisha was the first to see his father cry.

Unsure whether he was angry or sad . . .

He wept until the dark night became a pure white morning and brightened.

And the next day.

The father dressed neatly and put on a suit.

And he made Elisha wear his best clothes too.

[“Father?”]

Elisha looked back and forth at his body because his suit was awkward.

[“Elisha.”]

The father took his hand, bent his knee slightly, and met his gaze.

[“Shall we go pick up your grandfather?”]

His father’s voice was a little trembling as he said that.

Elisha forced himself to smile brightly and nod his head, because he knew his father was still holding back his tears.

[“Yes! I will take care of Grandfather safely.”]

[“. . . Thank you.”]

The best carriage on their way to the royal castle.

Elisha thought as he looked at his grandfather’s place, which was vacated beforehand, and the large castle, alternately.

I was not wrong.

There is nothing good about being loyal to this royal family.

Wasn’t it obvious just by looking at his father?

His father, who worked day and night, now had only fatigue, despair, and tears to show.

Elisha admired and respected his father, but he didn’t want to be like this.

It was even mentioned in his favorite children’s book.

It is said that there must be ‘hope’ for the people.

That is the way to retain the joy of running forward.

So I will never.

The boy grabbed the hem of his robe.

* * *

Several carriages stood around the Hall of Glory, where the portraits of the loyalists were hung.

The attendants who he met there did not greet each other. It was because they were embarrassed.

Not being able to face injustice with death, and recovering the family’s honor like this.

[“Finally, there is space. That’s good.”]

Just then, the king led the painter and his servants into the hall.

Naturally, the attendants bowed their head, but Elisha was so surprised that he forgot the proper etiquette and he stood in the same spot.

He had only seen the being called ‘King’ from afar.

However, it was the first time he had looked at him so close, and that he could see all his expressions.

[“Elisha.”]

Was he surprised that his son stood stiffly in front of the king?

Her father hastily forced Elisha to bow down his body.

Elisha then bowed down. It was very clumsy.

[“When will I be able to hang my paintings?”]

[“Once you get rid of those things, you can do it anytime.”]

The word ‘those’, chosen by the servant, certainly crossed the line.

But the king did not point this out.

[“Okay, then I shouldn’t be disturbing them like this. They’ll take all of those things. Won’t they?”]

No, the King indifferently used the word ‘those’ as well.

The attendants felt a bit out of their minds.

Wondering if this place really meant nothing to the king.

Elisha glanced back at his father.

His hands were trembling.

His open eyes were bright red.

Perhaps a feeling of betrayal?

His father was bound stronger than anyone else in the bondage of the name Maureen.

He must have been filled with hatred for the fact that the result was only this.

Elisha had a bad feeling.

Elisha unknowingly grabbed his father’s hand.

Don’t.

That was the meaning behind his action.

However, his father shunned his little son’s hand.

Perhaps because he was going to protest, his father stood up from his spot as if bouncing.

Elisha again grabbed his father’s hand.

The gazes of the other attendants gathered at once, and the old servant, who stood silently behind the king, was startled and waved his hands quickly.

It meant stop.