Daily Life Of An Imortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

A hole where a god once lived. I shake and whisper to the stone: “Not again.” It swallows my words, gives nothing back. They look at me differently now. The guards. The courtiers. The wolves who once bent their necks. I see it in their eyes when they think I’m not watching. Pity laced with relief. Better him than me. They whisper broken heir, useless, gods cut him loose. A wolfless heir is a joke. A king without a beast is a grave waiting for dirt.

When he clenched his fist, the air constricted on her chin. It was, perhaps, a good thing she couldn’t feel anything. She knew what the king was doing, though. Her half-asleep eyes showed her everything she needed to know. Xavier let go of her and diverted his gaze. “The man was broken. His soul was ripped apart. He wanted to die, but his immortality saved him from that lowly death. In his brokenness, he found a ray of light through a dead body.” He looked at Zheira as though telling her that this part was more interesting than everything she knew.

My father had visisted him the first tine but he was on a trip and now we were back. As we stood in front of the gigantic white gate, I wiped my sweaty hands against my chest because I have heard about the king of the fallen angel. Everyone knew how evil he was and how he was said to eat the flesh of his fellow angels to maintain his immortality. He is known as the cannibalistic king. Maybe it was all a rumor but he was not a good king and since we had no other option, this was the best thing to do and get rid of the fae king,

Like someone speaking from a memory too painful to touch. "We discovered the Sea Between Worlds and believed it was the source of all life. Its power could heal disease, create new forms of magic and extend the limits of mortality." Serah's expression darkened. "So you wanted immortality." The ancient king looked at her. "We already had it." The answer made everyone silent. "Then why?" His eyes moved toward the darkness outside. "Because immortality was not enough for mankind." No one could argue with that. It was the same mistake repeated through every generation.

That's why, when I become king, I am going to change how everything works with regards to money and business. We have three royal advisors for finance and two for accounts. They were the ones who were managing the palace finances and dad relied on their reports. We can't get involved because we are immortals and having almost the same faces for decades will only threaten or scare humans and we don't want that. We tried our best to keep our kindness hidden so we would be able to live in harmony with all species.

Coldness washed over the body of the old man and then, his eyes shut and his heart stopped beating. "Pretty fun. It's nice to visit the human world again." Adonis pulled away from the man and took a step backwards, his cold gaze still on the dead man's body. He was the King of all death angels, the end of every living thing. The end of the first living thing and he would be the end of the last living thing. He turned backwards and vanished away, into thin air. * "The Death King is here!" "He... He is really here!" "He came to the human world himself!"

We walked past a group of women who seemed to be talking about someone or should I say, praising someone, so I slowed my pace a little bit to listen to their conversation. "The king is such a humble ruler, I can't believe he'd lower himself to a carpenter's level" "Yes, he also helped the brick layers that were rebuilding my house" "I heard he cooked for the old today, I never expect he'd do that, he's the King after all" Huh? Wymond? He personally cooked for the old people? Are they talking about the Wymond I know? Or someone's actually impersonating him? "I heard he went to the orphanage and also played with the pups"

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

There wasn't a method of dying in this world that I haven't tried, but none of them worked. My immortality is a curse I cannot break. Since I couldn't die, I decided to at least make my kingdom, the kingdom of Tarsus, function. I had thousands of doctors and hospitals under my payroll. They supplied my people with blood every month so we didn't have to hunt like animals. But even a king gets tired. Every hundred years, I go into a deep sleep. It was the only way I could save myself from the crushing weight of my memories and the insanity that follows them.