A King is Born on the Road

inding out who my father is?”

“A little bit.”

“Is it okay to marry a man who doesn’t even know whose son he is?”

When Hayer asked playfully, Iris answered firmly.

“I’ve never considered it important.”

Hayer paused at Iris’s words.

It was as she said.
Hayer, too, knew Iris wouldn’t care about that.
After hearing it like that, he felt strangely relieved.

Hayer said with a smile.

“Actually, I want to know, biological father.
I think it would be painful if King Eswa was my father.”

Saying that, Hayer let go of Cadella, who stopped kicking meaninglessly.
Then the boy said.

“Does this guy have a heart of a traitor too?”

“That’s what happened.”

“Anyhow, Lepos person, noona… No, you.”

Cadella revised the title, recalling that he was 71.

Iris nodded.

“Yes.”

“Are you royalty? Then do you know the way out?”

“Perhaps.”

Iris, who was talking like that, suddenly stumbled.

Hayer embraced Iris urgently.

“Damn it.”

Hayer noticed that the little sorcerer had done a trick on them.

Cadella said to Hayer, who glowered at him.

“I-I didn’t know you’re from the Lepos family… It’s just the magic I did earlier is working now!”

“……”

“You walked the same way, are you strong?”

Cadella looked at Hayer with wonder.

Hayer glared at Cadella, picked up Iris, and staggered to the entrance of the village.

Then Cadella hurriedly blocked it.

“Let’s go together!”

“……”

“I won’t do anything.
I promise.
Please go with me.”

Hayer clicked his tongue at Cadella’s words.
Then he had no choice but to lay Iris down on the spot and wrapped her in the blanket he brought.

He (Cadella) needed Iris, but he thought he might kill her.
Therefore, he thought he should leave this place even more.

However, no matter how old he was at 71, he begged in the form of a child, so he couldn’t do that at all.

* * *

Iris had a long dream and came to her senses first.
When she raised her upper body with a headache, she heard a thud from the side.

When Iris turned around, Cadella was kicking Hayer wildly.

“Damn you! Damn you!”

“He’s going to die.”

“He won’t die.
This guy is really strong.
More than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Cadella said and kicked Hayer again.

“Unlucky jerk!”

When he slowly stopped, she wondered if he was tired from kicking like that or if he just felt better.

Iris forcibly dragged herself to Hayer’s side and asked.

“Why isn’t he getting up?”

“I cast a much stronger spell than yours.”

“Is he dead?”

“I don’t know.
I don’t think this guy will die.”

At Cadella’s words, Iris brought her ear to his nose.
She heard him breathing normally.

Iris said with relief.

“You’re fine.”

“He’s fine? If you got hit like this, even an elephant would have died!”

“You said he wouldn’t die.”

“……”

Cadella paused, sniffed for no reason, and sat down beside her.

“I hate adult men.
Because I can’t become one.”

Iris nodded her head once, thinking that Cadella was very upset.

Iris stared at Hayer, who was asleep with one hand on his chest and his head turned slightly, and she said.

“But you didn’t step on his face.”

“Because he didn’t hit me in the face either.”

“He didn’t even hit you.”

“That made me feel worse.
I look young, but I’m 71 years old!”

“…Even if it’s a 71-year-old’s face, wouldn’t it not be possible to hit?”

“……”

Iris was right.

Cadella paused and soon said, acting differently.

“Anyway, when the wandering traitors arrive in this town, I show them hallucinations.
Then they become happy.
The maximum sentence is 170 years.
In the meantime, you live happily in my hallucinations and then you die.”

“You’re doing a good job.”

“D-do you think so?”

Cadella looked at Iris with sparkling eyes.

Iris nodded.

“Yes.
I think so.”

Then, Cadella jumped up and down with excitement as if he had waited for this moment.

“I’m sure all the traitors who came in here will.
There’s nothing to do but reflect on yourself all day.
Lepos, I’m gonna be a really good subordinate.
Take me out.
Pick me!”

Iris stared at Cadella.
Then she opened her mouth.

“If you go out, the hallucinations of the people here will go away, right? The couple earlier will also lose their child.”

“Yes.”

“Then what should you do?”

For a moment, Cadella’s movement stopped.

afterword

noona: honorific title a man uses when referring to a woman older than him

sorcerer/sorcery: word used also means magic, black arts, illusion(?) etc.