It was a bloody sight. Hansel and Gretel's bread crumb path could never match this disaster of having soldiers littered everywhere, bruised and hurt. The evil witch eating children could never match the evil kidnapper taking away the beauty. This was not a twisted cannibalistic story.
Maybe it was just as equally worse.
Frozen Milk didn't dare to turn around and just watched forward without having his legs moving. Prota carried him while skillfully evading the soldiers flying through the air.
Frozen Milk could understand Vil's anger but Oppoa... this crazy fighting maniac was just treating the soldiers as little toys he didn't want to have and threw a fit... with a way too excited smile.
Frozen Milk didn't know where he went wrong with creating this character. However, thinking about it, every character he created had a screw loose.
So loose, once it fell out everything would fall apart and become a clockwork to patch everyone's different parts together. Frozen Milk just for a second imagined the sight and protectively held his most precious place. If he was able to change his small wiener into a-
Prota abruptly stopped and Frozen Milk was thrown out of his daydream he could never return to. It was fine. Frozen Milk didn't have feelings anyway, everyone could just step on him as they please. Frozen Milk sulked but this wasn't the time!
Holbe was taken away but someone in the castle and the soldiers were acting hostile towards them. Frozen Milk needed to get back onto the track and figure out what was happening. Who could be it that had a grudge against Vil? Or Holbe?
Frozen Milk stared at Vil's back. Was it the old king? He figured Holbe's identity as the holy knight's captain out and wanted to enslave her like all the other water people?
Frozen Milk motioned Prota to get closer to Vil. Prota wasn't pleased about it but still obeyed. Once they caught up to Vil, Frozen Milk asked,
"Your father-"
"It's not him," Vil interrupted, knowing what Frozen Milk hinted on, "He's not in the castle."
"What?" Frozen Milk was stupefied.
The old king wasn't in his own house. That old geezer shouldn't even be able to walk and he still didn't rest at home.
"He's somewhere else," Vil didn't glance at Frozen Milk but his expression was complicated.
Frozen Milk was even more confused. He even had the system to help him remember the plot but he definitely would've never created anything overly complicated. Political power? Schemes? Intrigues?
As if Frozen Milk knew about it! His brain cells were non-existent and his abilities as a writer were cursed and loathed by everyone, so where the hell would there be deep and meaningful problems in this shitty story?
Frozen Milk was a simple writer. Even if he wanted, a plot with multiple layers and fully fleshed out wasn't his forte and would only end up as a laughing stock and wannabe attempt.
The plot resurfaced and Frozen Milk recounted what happened. The old king lived in the castle and because he didn't want Vil to figure out the secrets of holding water people hostage, he sent Vil to live in his own mansion. Thus Vil became strong and brutal as he thought his father deemed him as incapable and unworthy.
The other reason was because his useless father sent poor young Vil without any soldiers or help to live alone in the mansion. Of course, Vil would end up as an assassination target. So, in order to save his own life, Vil had to grow stronger and find loyal people willing to stay by his side.
Therefore, Vil developed an indifference towards the throne. His father didn't revoke his right to become the next king but also did nothing to help him. Vil thought since he was the sole blood child of his father that his old man had no other choice but to choose him.
Lips thin as a single strand of hair, Frozen Milk beat himself up into a pulp a thousand times in his mind. What poop-related word hasn't Frozen Milk used already? It didn't matter any bad word he could think of was thrown and attached to this story and plot.
As Frozen Milk was immersed in his own thoughts, the group finally arrived in front of the castle. Yet at the entrance, a group in black was waiting for them.
The moment they saw Vil, they knelt, "Your highness, please forgive us however his Highness does not allow your presence."
The soldiers in black trembled under Vil's cold gaze and imposing manner, "So, you're listening to the words of a lowly scum but not the crown prince."
Frozen Milk took a sharp breath 'lowly scum'? He felt ridiculously called out and it stabbed him in his heart that he identified himself with those words. However, he was clear that Vil knew who the person the soldier referred to as 'His Highness' was and it was not the king.
"Not saying anything?" Vil grew impatient by the minute and the suffocating pressure returned, the soldiers bowed their head even more.
"He took something that does not belong to him," Vil's deep voice raged across the area.
As if those words were a cue, one of the black soldiers brought out a few black handcuffs overlined with a silver circle pattern.
"Then please Your Highness wear this as well for your guests," the soldier pitiful approached Vil in fear his head would be chopped off the second he stepped closer than five meters.
"Please corporate," the soldier couldn't help but sweat until his whole uniform was drenched.
Frozen Milk pitied this character even more, as a lowly cannon fodder himself meeting his villain the first time, all Frozen Milk felt was a sense of dread that prompted him to use his legs he never before used to carry him to Valhalla.
The soldier finally stood in front of Vil and held the handcuff out wanting to put it on, but Vil made no attempts to comply. Frozen Milk eyed the handcuffs and an odd feeling rose.
"What are those handcuffs?" Frozen Milk never saw them before nor had he knowledge they existed.
"They seal our powers," Vil calmly explained but Frozen Milk was shocked!
Since when did something like that exist? More than that sealing power? The great powers of his characters? Wouldn't that just deem them useless then? Put them on the same level as cannon fodders? Frozen Milk couldn't let his characters submit to such a fate!
They'd all die if whoever was the cause of this was vicious enough to dare lay their hands on the main characters!
"That exists?" Glimpse Water traced his glance back to Frozen Milk and Frozen Milk pretended to be asleep.
"Father..." Glimpse Water felt disappointment for the first time.
Frozen Milk felt it, he sensed it and felt ashamed, he instantly called out, "I have also no clue about it! Don't judge me like this! Wasn't it another one of your stupid ideas?"
Glimpse Water widened his eyes and it seemed like his mind tried to uncover this mystery but then shook his head.
"What?" Prota looked between those two and a familiar sour feeling rose again.
"My Lord, do you want to save her peacefully?" the moment those words escaped Vil's face, all eyes turned to Frozen Milk.
The soldiers couldn't explain the confusion they experienced. My Lord? That person in the arms of another man? Their crown prince paying respect to someone else when he didn't even do it to His Majesty?
Was this person that important? Obviously, if he, who looked healthy, was carried by another handsome and strong male!
Of course, of course, of course!!
Frozen Milk knew what they thought and his disdain for everyone at this moment exceeded a number that all his novels' word count together couldn't produce.
Frozen Milk seriously thought about letting Vil run rampage and creating a bloodbath, but on the other side, he had no idea how strong the opponents were and if through that way Holbe would be hurt, then it was a no-go.
Frozen Milk hated these multiple-choice questions. How should he choose? He failed school, ok? It wasn't just a random A, B, C, D whatever, just choose any letter in some weird, random order, it'll all make sense later.
It wasn't this! This here was life and death! So, stop making it a multiple-choice question for me!
Frozen Milk despaired, why was everything dependant on him?
Frozen Milk couldn't act reckless, so he just nodded his head.
It was fine, Frozen Milk had trust in his characters that this could be settled and no one would be hurt. He wanted to avoid violence to the best of his abilities, the image of his precious characters recovering because Frozen Milk acted recklessly and tried to save Porta alone was still vividly engraved in his mind.
Frozen Milk never wanted to see them hurt again.
"Put them on," Vil's order surprised the soldiers. They were even more stunned because the crown prince listened to an unknown man.
Frozen Milk told Prota to let him down. Prota only reluctantly complied. Afterwards, each of them were handcuffed before they were finally able to enter the castle.
The castle was already massive from the outside and everyone apart from Vil wondered just how in the world the trees could carry this weight or how in humanity it was possible to build this on trees.
Once inside the castle, the handcuffed group was led by the poor soldiers who trembled while Vil walked behind them. The hallways were twice the size of Vil's mansion. It was covered in gold and the ground was a red carpet. However, nothing hung on the walls. It was an empty and sad sight.
In the mayor's mansion every empty space that could be filled was plastered with his daughter's face yet here it seemed like not a single soul resided in the castle.
Frozen Milk found it too sad and lonely, he wished he could turn back time and write a happy background story for each of his characters.
The hallway was long and about every few metres, there was a door or another hallway. They took a few turns until they stopped in front of a large door- no, was it a gate?
Either way the humongous entrance to the throne hall was opened and inside the hall, on a majestic and sole seat in the entire place, sat an exceptionally handsome youth.
If that youth could be described as the sun and sky, then Vil was the moon and night. They were polar opposites. One shone brightly in beautiful light and the other one was dark and mysteriously attracting.
Frozen Milk was perplexed as he knelt in front of this youth who presented himself as if he was the king of the nature side. The youth moved on the chair and he supported his head with his hand. His honey locks fell over his face and he just smiled as he looked at the subservient position of Vil.
"It's been a long time, my dear brother," his voice was also smooth. If Frozen Milk had to describe this person in one word, it would be honey.
And this honey just called his villain 'dear brother'. Oh dear brother, oh dear brother my ass! Where did this honey brother come from? Illegitimate? Complex? Spawned just like the presence?
Glimpse Water nudged Frozen Milk. Frozen Milk's eyes met his and screamed, violently raged, 'I also have no idea! Don't fucking ask me! Who knows how the old king magically was able to get a mother-son without my permission! And he doesn't even look anything like Vil! Are you sure it wasn't yours?'
Glimpse Water's eyes didn't want to lose this unfair battle and defended, 'I don't know father! It ain't me! Can you please trust me a lil more? I feel hurt! Do my looks pale in comparison to his?'
Paled! Paled! Completely paled!
However, Frozen Milk had to admit this honey brother's look were quite sticky and thick on the eyes, Glimpse Water was more simple and easier to look at. If he had to choose, he would say Glimpse Water was miles better.
"Did you miss me?" this honey was exceptionally arrogant.
"Stop this farce and return what you've stolen."
"My, my. We haven't met for so long and you already don't want to see me. My heart hurts," so the honey says but his smile was cold and taunting.
Vil didn't say anything.
"Shouldn't you be begging me right now?" sure enough this honey was narcissistic and had a sadistic side to it. The bees wouldn't be happy about this.
"Your lover is quite exquisite. If you don't hurry, then who knows what will happen to your dear lover, dear brother."
"He is quite exquisite. For once you say something useful," Vil glanced at Frozen Milk and Frozen Milk instantly knew there was a huge misunderstanding here!
Honey brother thought Holbe was Vil's lover and kidnapped her, but Vil on the other hand thought Frozen Milk was his lover! What was wrong?
EVERYTHING!
"He? You mean she, don't you? I think I've misheard," honey brother was perplexed but recovered quickly and his small smile was unfazed.
No, no, brother you heard right. Your dear brother meant me!
"Bro, what do you want?" Vil ignored honey brother's comment and got straight to the point.
Frozen Milk was stunned as if the imaginary bees around honey brother came and stung him. Vil suddenly called his brother 'Bro'? It didn't seem like they were on good terms, so what was that?
"It's been long you called me by name, Vil."
...
???
!!!
Frozen Milk, you bastard! Frozen Milk cursed himself.
Bro.
Frozen Milk had endure and endure.
This was too shameful for a prince. His face, his body were perfect but his name, let alone his personality was just downright trash. Frozen Milk silently lit a candle for Bro. May you rest in peace fellow sufferer.
Out of all ridiculous names, this was just the top of the creme. The creme de la creme. Glimpse Water on the other hand was trying hard not to laugh and was instantly caught by Bro.
"What is so funny?" Bro got out of his throne and approached them.
"Nothing," Glimpse Water choked out, hoping he wouldn't have to die from laughter.
"Nothing, Bro," Glimpse Water had the audacity to tease this prince!
He was courting death like it was natural! Glimpse Water, my dear author, are you stupid? If you court death with honey, it will stick to you forever!
"Insolence!" Bro got furious, "A lowlife like you has no right to call me by name. Know your place."
Bro waved with his hand and a soldier came to press Glimpse Water down, but the latter just couldn't stop laughing.
Bro seemed to be angry but he had to carry the bearing of a prince and ignored it for the sake of his own reputation. He carried on with the conversation as if nothing was wrong.
"Simple. Give up your throne to me."
Those words stung like bees. This honey really had a thick face.
'Give up your throne to me' these words were oddly familiar and Frozen Milk almost fainted.
"Frozen Milk are you alright?" Prota was worried and scooted closer to Frozen Milk.
"Yeah..." Frozen Milk weakly replied.
He sensed it, he sensed the dreadful event coming and cursed his system.
The hateful and most agonising plot device that should never be used but was a fan favourite of authors. Now Frozen Milk had to endure that shit.
A flashback!
His system was showing him an unnecessary flashback!
May Lord have mercy on him.
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