Artemis looked at these people, sighed that no wonder Rose will do this for them, they were really cute. Being trusted by these people wholeheartedly, she had a sense of mission.
After they all left, Lars frowned and said, "Master, are we getting involved too much."
Artemis sighed, "Since we have already intervened, let's help them to the end."
Lars did not speak, his eyes focused on her. From the time he met her at the age of twelve, he lived with only one mission, to spend his life guarding her.
Time flies, they have been in the mountain range for three months, the calm and quiet days have restored smiles to the crowd, and even they felt good to live here for the rest of their lives.
Only the heaviness in Artemis' eyes deepened with each passing day.
*
In the Imperial Palace, the capital of the Hittite Empire.
On the round bed carved with a huge golden dragon, there was a man sleeping extremely restlessly, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, the sheets under his large hands had been ravaged by him, he seemed to be in pain that his whole body twitched more than once.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his emerald green eyes were so empty that they were lifeless.
"NO!!!" He suddenly gasped and yelled.
He was dreaming that dream again.
His strong chest rose and fell violently, in his dream, he saw a woman with a bow and arrow, a long silver hair with the breath of the sea, the silver arrow was cold, and straight towards the man standing in the sea. A deep pain came, he could only watch the man being shot through the body.
Blood, instantly stained the entire sea.
The pain, almost tore his heart to piece.
He raised his eyes to the moon in mid-air, his naked body glowing healthily in the moonlight, his bronze muscles swelling up because of the pain in the dream. The sinking pain from the depths of his heart made him feel like he was tied to a thousand pounds of iron and couldn't move.
He didn't know what that dream represented, it had been following him like a shadow from his childhood, tormenting him when the night came, making it impossible for him to sleep.
Each time he experienced it, the little bit of pain increased by one more point until he could no longer bear it.
He took his sword out from under his pillow and then rolled over and left the bed. He could not sleep any longer, and if he slept any longer, he doubted he would be able to wake up from this pain.
He was Saru Faust II, the rampaging master of the Hittite Empire, the cold-blooded and ruthless dictatorial king.
The emperor, named after the god of storms, as his name suggests, swept through the entire empire. From noble generals to commoners and slaves, under his ruthless and brutal style of action, no one dared to disobey him.
The door came out loudly, he put on his robe and walked out of the bedchamber with great strides.
Outside the bedchamber, as soon as Clyde saw him, he knelt down on one knee and reported, "Your Majesty, there is new news!" He respectfully presented a piece of sheepskin with both hands.
Receiving the letter in his hand, Saru carefully reviewed it, and abruptly, his sharp eyes flashed a brilliant light, and then said appreciatively: "Queen of Mandorla? It is a bit interesting."
Clyde, of course, had also read the secret report, and knew a little about the person detailed in the letter, "It is said that she appeared suddenly. She not only led the people of Mandorla lived in the Gerry Mountains for three months unharmed, but also made a large amount of food and weapons, this means even subordinates can not be expected."
The words just fell, Saru sudden shook his shoulders, laughing out wildly.
This laughter, let Clyde's nerves suddenly tense. As before, his heart was a little hairy, and a cold sweat came out of his forehead.