The head of the city sat down at the table, feeling cold sweat run down his body.
Quintus stood and looked at him with a cold stare.
*
- That's interesting. When do you think the others will find out about him?
- At this rate, about a month, I think. What do you think?
- I think a little more than you said, sister.
- I see, Castor.
- Well, the best part will be when the other gods notice him.
Lying on the bed were brother and sister, they looked very much alike.
The Boy - Castor had mostly black hair, but white hair would appear at the edge, which would go into a braid. He had blue eyes. He was wearing a kimono with a white cloak over it.
The girl whose name was Alice was an inversion of the boy, but except for the eyes, they were still blue.
They are the children of the God of Deception.
Suddenly a middle-aged man walked into their room, he looked like Castor, or rather Castor looked like him. It turned out to be their father Roy. But unlike his son, he had glasses and a slightly different face shape.
- Come down to the first floor, dinner is ready. - said the God of Deception.
The twins obeyed their father and got out of bed and went down to the first floor.
If you think about it that way, Gods and their children practically live like other beings.
They also need to eat, sleep, and so on.
The father and his children came down to the first floor, sat them down in their seats, and handed out portions. It turned out to be an omelet with various greens. The man himself was not very fond of such a dish, unlike his children. Looking at them, he smiled and saw their happy faces devouring the omelet.
He also looked at the omelet and began to eat it through force.
The children finished the omelet in about 5 minutes and after they left, the father threw away his portion of the omelet.
*
A couple hours passed, the head of the town wrote the fucking letter, swore allegiance to Emperor Conrad. So far, other than Axel's family, no one knew about any of the new "Empire" stuff.
The leader of the city, as it turned out, was named Tamarid.
He ordered him to tell everyone in the city that the city was now under his authority, i.e. the Great Emperor Conrad.
Quintus decided to stay in Kaplan for a while.
He walked through the streets, which were beautiful compared to Glishi.
The city of Kaplan was located at the crossroads of two major trade routes, its streets were paved with stone, and its light-colored brick buildings towered over the heads of its inhabitants, creating an atmosphere of confidence and stability. Every corner of this city breathed life: merchants shouted, beckoning passersby to stop and buy their wares, and children ran through the streets, playing carefree.
Quintus suddenly remembered moments from his childhood when he had played with the children of other gods. The very nature of gods is strange. They are born, they grow up, they receive the title of god from their parent, a child is born, he raises it, gives it the title and dies...
If you think of it that way, gods in the modern sense are just ordinary people with more powerful abilities.
Quintus' musings were interrupted by a sharp shout behind him:
- Uncle!
Hearing this, Quintus turned around to see what kind of unkind person had called him 'uncle'.
He's only 23 years old!
Even by human standards, that's young! And this "man" called him "uncle".
He saw an eight-year-old boy.
He had black unkempt hair, and violet eyes that seemed to say, "Help!". The boy was cute looking.
In a moment, Quintus forgot all the bad atrocities he had done to this little man in his thoughts. He forgot how he had gouged out his eyes after taking everything he had left. He forgot how he dipped his face in horse diarrhea.
All those plans evaporated in an instant as he saw this boy.
As he approached, the man took a breath and said:
- Uncle, please give me some money, as much as you can spare. - The boy's face lowered, so that Quintus couldn't even see his eyes. When his head was raised, the Emperor saw tears flowing from the boy's eyes.
Quintus examined the boy. He noticed how his hands were folded, begging for help.
Quintus, who had no money wanted to help him. He thought about it and thought of nothing better than to sell a divine necklace made up of the blood of dragons that had died out in this world over three hundred years ago.
- Stay here! Don't go anywhere! - Quintus shouted and ran to look for the nearest pawn shop.
There was no way he could find it. Quintus's pride dared him to ask a passerby:
- Hey! Man... - Quintus called out to the man. The man thought it wasn't him and didn't stop. - Hey! You think they're not talking to you?!
Quintus caught up with the man.
- Tell me. Where's the nearest pawn shop? - Quint asked.
The man, seeing a man in aristocratic clothes in front of him, replied:
- Let me guide you. - replied the man.
- Good. - Quintus agreed.
The man walked towards the pawn shop.
It turned out that there was only one pawnshop in the city, and it was on the other side of town.
In a moment, Quintus forgot, why was he even going to a pawn shop in the first place? He didn't understand why he wanted to turn in his necklace to the pawn shop in the first place.
The Emperor of Conrad paused.
Was he really fascinated by that boy!