The room fell silent.
The god's voice disappear for a long time and then—
"I Understand."
"It Is Hard To Think Of Me Like That When Your Last Life Is Full Of Misery Because Of Us."
"But Even So We Are Going To Be Stick With Each Other For A Long Time."
"So, I Hope You Will Learn To Trust Me"
But Carlos didn't speak back.
"Well, I Will Be Watching You"
"If You Need Help, You Just Need Called Me"
And the god's voice was already ready to disappear into thin air. But Carlos interrupted it with a sentence.
"And what do I call you?"
And for a minute Carlos was pretty sure he heard the god's laugh.
"Ole.."
With the gentle whisper, the god's voice disappears completely.
"Ole…hmm" as Carlos was thinking, the golden box appear in front of him, not a box but like a screen and is saying
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"Don't worry, we are always watching you."
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It is just that when you fight, we can't help you unless you call for help.
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Carlos just watched the screen as if the god was playing a great joke to make him insane.
The god really is not going to leave him alone with the golden screen and he is pretty sure he can only see it as the god's golden screen is shiny as fuck that even the king's chambers might have seen if they can. Sometimes Carlos should be glad this god didn't take his brother as their mask. Or with Carlos' brother's eyes, Carlos was pretty sure Erevan's eyes would go blind. Wait, did his brother die in the past? Carlos doesn't know at all. The only thing Carlos remembers is that a shadow killed him, and the world turns black. I hope my brother didn't die.
But as the shadow is fast enough to kill Carlos, it would not be a problem to kill his brother who is already coughing blood. Even if his brother survived, he would die for losing so much blood.But this time Carlos won't let that happen, his brother's heart becomes more and more in a worst state starting from when his brother had chosen the goddess of the past, this time won't let that happen, not again.
As Carlos was thinking, the loud knock was heard by Carlos. And a desperate voice followed—
"My Lord?"
"Are you okay, My lord?"
" Should I come in, my lord?"
Carlos hasn't listened to that voice well, but now that he listened it clearly—-Carlos feels something shifted in his eyes by that voice—-not just anger, but with an older, deeper, it is a Regret that had long since dried into scars.
The name in that voice, the way he said "My Lord"...
Carlos swallowed.
Slowly with a breath like dragging bloods from his throat, he whisper:
"Kave."
He turned, finally facing the door. The silhouette beyond the crack in the frame was tall, solid__unmistakable. The way he stood, the way he waited like a shield and trying to be a sword for Carlos.
Carlos' voice faltered, only for a second.
"Of course, it is you…."
He glanced over the golden box in front of him and said…
'Disappear.."
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Fine.
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Because outside of the door stood the man Carlos had once called brother in all but blood—-the one he'd betrayed, the one he'd killed, for the sake of the throne that is not even his own. He had killed his family for his other family.
And now the same man waited for him to speak, loyal as ever. And Carlos doesn't need a stranger in this conversion.