The sound steps rang out between the horse's legs and the human's legs amidst the hustle and bustle of excited society. From a distance, Hiraeth could see Disher walking on foot while holding the horse's harness. He walked politely greeting the people with a smile.
On the other hand Evan or known as Hiraeth grasped a dagger with his hands. He's determined to get his revenge on Disher, the traitor.
Hiraeth raised his head, looking at the entourage that was still 30 meters away from the place he was standing. It didn't take a long time for the entourage to pass him, when Disher was right in front of him, he would stab Disher's chest using the dagger. It was just like he did to Evan's body.
Hiraeth's head bowed down, he reinforced himself and tried to remember movements that he had trained to survive, even though the movements he trained were simple ones to protect himself from wild animals.
"Hiraeth, look... His Highness The Crown Prince..." Irish told his son excitedly,
Hiraeth spontaneously turned his head to the direction that Irish pointed at, then he found Disher was paying attention to Irish, he even stopped walking for a moment to look at the silver-haired woman who was none other than his mother. 'This son of bitch... he hasn't changed at all-,
"Salute to the Imperial Star, His Highness, The Crown Prince." Irish greeted politely, pulling her skirt slightly to the side, and her left hand was in her chest, followed by her body bowing politely, she was like a noblewoman. No, she was actually a noblewoman.
Hiraeth was no longer surprised with the greeting etiquette Irish did to the ruler and his descendants. It was just, the etiquette Irish showed was obviously just learnt by nobility. It was so infrequent for commoners to know such a simple etiquette.
Disher replied Irish's greeting politely, as he should treat a woman as a noble. Although Disher was a little confused of how it was possible for such an elegant woman to exist in the crowd of commoners. Don't ignore that her clothes are more worn out than the people around her.
'Is she a fallen noble? But I don't remember that there is a white-haired noble in this kingdom'- Disher thought She is so beautiful, even she has a child-
Disher turned his attention to the little boy that was standing next to the woman who had just greeted him. He paid attention to the boy. Twelve years old?
"Pardon me, Your Highness, he's my son. He idolizes your late best friend a lot, and also you." Irish explained quickly after greeting. "Hiraeth... give your greeting, haven't you been dying to meet His Majesty?" Irish turned to her son.
Hiraeth was still in silence, for a few minutes ago he really wanted to kill Disher, but now he came to his senses. He wouldn't be able to kill Disher with a single stab, other than because the dagger he was holding was not poisonous, in the entourage of Disher there was a healer witch.
Hiraeth turned to Irish for a moment, he couldn't sacrifice an innocent woman.
"Is your name Hiraeth?" Disher softened his voice as he thought that he was talking to children.
"Yes."
"Is this dagger for me?' Disher asked while taking the dagger in Hiraeth's hand even though Hiraeth didn't say anything.
Hiraeth realized many people were watching him, even the knight who was escorting Disher was also watching him even though in secret. It was reasonable whether they were suspicious of someone bringing a dagger when the prince passed by. They did the same in the past.
"Yes, I hope it can help you." Hiraeth put on an innocent face, as if he was not threatening anyone. Even Hiraeth began to disguise himself.
For the knights and Disher, they regarded that Hiraeth was scared, that was the reason he was hiding behind his mother's back, the fact was Hiraeth was holding his anger which he couldn't vent. If he was desperate to do this, then it was possible that everyone who came to see Dsiher would be arrested and inspected. While Irish would be in jail, and he would be sentenced to death. Beheading law upon the crime of hurting the royal family and the successor candidate.
Hiraeth was holding back his anger as he couldn't do anything and was helpless. He couldn't impose his will.
If it was necessary to sacrifice life, then enough of himself, and it should end with the death of Disher. At least he could bring Disher dead along with him.
"Thank you. You have to grow up quickly so that we can meet in the palace and come to my best friend's tomb." Disher said while ruffling Hiraeth's hair before finally he went away along with his entourage.
Instead of feeling happy, Hiraeth felt messed up, even more messy than his hair which was ruffled by Disher. "Let's go home, mother. My body suddenly gets itchy." Hiraeth said, dragging Irish's hand to leave the crowd, besides, many eyes paid attention to them, especially after Irish greeted the Crown Prince.
On the other hand, Disher looked happy after leaving Hiraeth and Irish. He turned his head to the knight standing next to him. "Isn't she beautiful? Even though she's a commoner?" Disher asked the chief of the knight. "Even in a dingy and unfit dress, she remains charming. And also... sexy." Disher added.
The knight chief nodded, he didn't deny the fact, besides, it was none of his business, he just needed to listen to the chatter of the master he was serving, the Crown Prince. Sometimes he wondered how someone like the crown prince could be best friends with the Witch Evan who was known for being cold and reserved. It meant how did Evan withstand by listening to the ramblings of the Crown Prince?
"What if I adopt her as my concubine? I think it would be magnificent to put a white lotus in the middle of my palace pond."
"It's not bad, I like her eyes." someone suddenly talked to him, she was the vice commander, a woman who had long served as the vice commander.
Since the time the late Evan was alive, until the change of the commander chief, she remained to be the vice commander. She was elected as the vice commander because her abilities couldn't be doubted even in an urgent situation. A witch who was full of energy, a fire witch who had a spirit.
"You're right. The boy's eyes felt familiar." Disher muttered while waving his hand to respond to the people's greeting."The color of scarlet just like your fire. But that's more concentrated." He continued telling.
"Just like Evan's eyes!" the woman said, then whispered to Disher. "The one you had betrayed."
"You did the same."
"Yes, we did."
The commander chief paid attention to the woman who was whispering after saying the name of the late Evan, the witch that they were very cherished. "What's wrong?"
The woman turned her head and smiled. "The less you know, the better it would be."