Chapter XI
Jill lay in bed all night planning what to do the next morning. Not long after he was escorted into the room, it suddenly occurred to him that he knew how to deal with all this. It was too simple. He only regretted that he didn't tell her earlier that there was nothing to worry about.
Jill repeated the words she should have said to Rasha in her mind. After relaxing, the young man fell asleep.
The knock on the door woke him up. He sat up straight and looked out the window. It was still pitch black outside.
A wild elf guard opened the door and let three maids into Jill's room. A maid was holding a large basin of rose water. Orange flower petals floated on the surface of the water. The other was holding a plate with oil lamps and food. The third maid carefully hung the soft yellow robe on her hand.
The wild elf servant who brought breakfast was very young, not much older than Jill. She was very cute. She didn't have any tattoos on her body. Perhaps it was because of her taste or because such a tradition wasn't popular among young wild elves. (Note: The Quequonesti elves considered the custom of tattooing to be barbaric, and spent a great deal of effort to stop the wild elves from continuing it. Especially for the wild elves who worked and lived in Quirinesti. The older wild elves were loyal to tradition, but the younger wild elves, especially those who wanted to stay in Quirinesti, almost all abandoned this tradition. The elders of the wild elves were very unhappy. They accused their cousins of trying to tempt the young people of the tribe to abandon their traditions and even wanted to completely wipe out the wild elves.) She had the same wheat-colored skin as her clansmen, but her hair was bright gold. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, her watery eyes were brown. When she placed the tray of food by his bed, she smiled shyly at him.
Jill responded to the smile without hesitation. When the other two older women said something, Jill's face turned red, and the girl quickly left his bed with a red face.
Eat. Wash. "Yes," said one of the older maids, gesturing her crude Quirinastrian. Master will see you soon. Before the sun rose.
" I want to see Queen Arhanna," Gill said firmly. Since he was somewhat trapped by these women at the bedside, he tried his best to put on a dignified posture.
The wild elf woman glanced at the vigilant guard at the door. The other party frowned and shouted. The women quickly left. "I want it," Gill said loudly again, but the guard merely grunted and closed the door behind him.
Jill took a deep breath. It was obvious that he would have to face Rasha soon. As he washed up, he rehearsed the script in his mind again and again. He did not even look at the yellow robe. It was the ceremonial robe of the Sun and Stars Chant. On the contrary, Gill was dressed in his traveling clothes, which he had worn from Quirinesti and was going to wear home.
Home! This thought made him tear up. He was so happy to be able to go home. He doubted if he would ever want to leave again. He looked at the plate of food. He thought of the girl holding the tray, her eyes, her smile.
Well, maybe he wouldn't leave the house again for a while. When everything was over and Arhana and Cultivator Bo became the true rulers, he would return. Next time, he would come back with his parents.
He tried to eat breakfast but gave up. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting impatiently for Rasha under the dim light of the oil lamp.
The rose-colored light shone on the glass of the window. It was almost dawn. Jill heard footsteps and then Senator Rasha walked into the room. He rushed in without knocking. The Senator's gaze first landed on the motionless yellow-robed man on Jill's bed, then on Jill.
He stood up and faced the Senator with respect but not weakness.
What was going on? Lasha asked in surprise. Didn't those women tell you?……They were really stupid! These barbarians would never be able to do things well. Prince Gilthas, you must wear the Rhymer's Robe. Obviously, you misunderstood.
I didn't misunderstand, Senator. Jill addressed him formally.
His hands turned cold. His mouth was extremely dry, and he was worried that his voice would be hoarse and ruin his carefully prepared speech. But now, there was no external help. He had to rely on himself to perform as well as possible. He had to do what he had to do and compensate for the trouble he had caused.
I do not wish to be your singer, Senator. I refuse to take the oath.
Gill paused for a moment, expecting that Lasha would argue, laugh at him, or even break down and beg.
Rasha said nothing. There was no expression on his face. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, waiting for Jill to continue.
Jill licked her dry lips. Senator, perhaps you mistook me for ignorant of my own kind because my parents did not let me grow up in Quirinesti? You are wrong. I know all the procedures for the coronation of the Sun and Stars Psalm. My mother once explained it to me. I know there is a key point. The singer must take the oath voluntarily.
Jill emphasized these four words. He spoke much more smoothly now. He was so focused that he did not notice Rasha's reaction, or that his indifferent expression meant trouble.
" I won't swear," Jill concluded after taking another deep breath. I cannot be thy singer. I don't have the qualifications.
You're not fucking qualified, Rasha suddenly whispered, his voice clearly laced with suppressed anger. You ignorant bastard. Your father was a bastard. He never knew the name of the robber who raped his mother. That slut was actually raped by a human. We should have kicked her out of the house back then. I've said so long ago, but Solastron is a rotten good man, old and stupid, and won't listen to my advice.
And your mother! That cultured elf woman would wear armor and fight like a man? I believe she must be very excited to be surrounded by so many stinky men all day and night! Your mother is just a comfort woman who has earned a reputation. The half-elf was just picking up a broken hemp from behind others. With such a family bloodline, we're flattering you by letting you ask about the air of Quirinastri, Prince Gilthas! Rasha said the name contemptuously.
Now, I swear in the name of the gods, you arrogant bastard, you actually refused to be the singer! You should be kneeling in front of me, crying and thanking me for giving you a good opportunity that fell from the sky. I'm actually willing to dirty my own hands and build a wall with dirt like you!
Gill looked at the Senator in horror and shock. He began to tremble. His internal organs were churning. The words he had just heard made him want to vomit. How could an elf have such a twisted mind? How could he think of such a thing, let alone say it openly! Jill struggled to answer, but the burning anger made his throat choke for a moment.
Lasha stared at him with an ugly expression. You're much dumber than I thought. He's definitely the son of your bastard father!
Jill was no longer trembling. He stood stiffly with his hands clasped behind his back. But he forced a smile. Thank you for your compliment, sir.
Rasha frowned and pondered. Looks like I have to use extreme methods. Don't forget, young man. No matter what happens next, you'll only have yourself to blame! Men!
Rasha grabbed the Robe of the Chant with one hand and pushed Gill toward the door with his other bony hand. The wild elf guard held Gill tightly.
He struggled to escape. Rasha said a few words in the Wild Elven language. The guard tightened his grip.
He'll break your hand if I do, Rasha said coldly. Come, come, Prince. That contemptuous smile appeared again. Don't waste my time.
Rasha led the way out of Gill's room, up the stairs, and back to the place where Arhanna Starlight was under house arrest. Before this, Gill was blinded by anger and could not think clearly. His anger was quickly replaced by fear.
Senator Lasha was obviously crazy.
No, Jill realized with a chill, he was not crazy. If he went crazy, no one would listen to him, no one would be willing to follow him. But he really believed all the dirty words he said about my parents. He really believed that Arhana was a witch. He really believed what he said about the treaty last night. The treaty would make elves slaves of humans. In his completely perverted mind, good became evil, and evil became good!
How was this possible? I don't understand…how can I stop him?
They arrived at Arhanna's room. Under Rasha's roar, the wild elf guard opened the door. He walked into the room, and the wild elf guard pushed Jill in. Gill broke free from the wild elf's shackles and tried to regain his dignity. He glared at Rasha without backing down.
Arhana stood up and looked at him calmly and disdainfully. Hmph, Senator, why are you here again? Shouldn't they be attending the coronation ceremony now?
This young man was too stubborn, Ms. Arhanna. said Rasha coldly. He refused to take the oath. I thought perhaps you could convince him that it would be bad for him, and bad for you.
Alhana gave Jill a warm and approving smile. This smile soothed his fear and allowed him to regain new strength and hope. On the contrary. I think this young man has displayed wisdom and courage that is rare for someone of his age. Obviously, Lasha, you misjudged him. I don't dare to be as ignorant as you and dare to fantasize about convincing him.
" I believe you will change your mind, Lady Arhanna," Lasha said without hesitation. This young man was the same.
Rasha said a few words in the Wild Elven language. One of the wild elf guards put down his spear and picked up the longbow on his back. Rascia pointed at Arhanna. The wild elf nodded. He took out an arrow from his quiver and began to draw the bowstring.
Arhana's face was extremely pale, but there was no trace of fear. She looked almost sympathetically at the Senator. Rasha, you have been seduced by the darkness. Turn back before you are destroyed by the power of darkness!
Rasha seemed to find it very funny. I wasn't the one who allied with the Queen of Darkness. As his loyal servant, you should know. I have tried my best to keep her evil shadow from tainting our brethren. Holy Light of Paladin shines upon me!
No, Rasha, said Arhanna softly. Paladin's Holy Light only illuminated the future, it would not let people move forward blindly.
Rasha's face was stern, revealing a contemptuous expression as she turned her back to Arhanna. The young man only began to understand what had happened when the Senator faced Jill.
You can't…do this! Jill gasped. He stared at Rasha in disbelief. You can't…
The Senator waved his chanter's yellow robe at him. Prince, you should get dressed for the ceremony.
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