Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

The new King Yinlin is a terrifying man.

Knight Anze thinks so.

He had been appointed to the position of Captain of the Castle Guard, and today was his first day in the position.

Long before entering the castle, the knight who was traveling with him pulled him aside and told him seriously about the terror and methods of King Yinlin.

Somebody broke into the old king's bedroom, killed all of the old king's personal guards, and then took away the old king's head with his own hands. As for the bald queen, it was said that she was scared to death.

There are also many reports saying that... the new king is actually the tyrannical ruler as rumored, and will only bring disaster to people.

So Anze was very nervous.

According to old custom, since he was the captain of the guard, he should go to see the king.

But even though he was extremely nervous in his heart, his face remained calm.

The king was not in the meeting hall of the castle, but in his own study. After Anze entered the castle, he was led forward by the servant until they stopped in front of a door.

The servant knocked on the door, and through the door came the king's voice.

"Jonah, go open the door."

His voice sounded very steady and a little gloomy, which was consistent with the horror in the rumors.

Anze tightened his hands on the sword at his waist, trying to make himself look more reliable.

With a click, the door opened.

A tall young man walked out.

He was wearing the proper ceremonial steward's uniform and was the new king's most valued male servant, Steward Jonah.

The butler had a smile on his face, but when he saw him, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he looked at his hair twice.

Somehow, Anze felt that there was some sympathy in Butler Jonah's eyes.

An Ze couldn't help but touch his hair and looked at him questioningly.

Looking at the innocent look on the knight's face, Jonah couldn't help but whisper, "...One piece of advice, cut your hair short, or just dye it."

Anze: ???

Before An Ze could figure out what Butler Jonah meant, he heard Wang snort coldly, "What are you doing standing at the door?"

"Come in," Butler Jonah smiled again. Anze keenly felt that this might be Butler Jonah's expression of hospitality. Then he heard him continue, "Don't be nervous. The king is not that scary."

After saying this, he led him in front of the king.

Then, Butler Jonah quietly walked around him and stood behind the king with his hands hanging down.

An Ze took a deep breath and his eyes fell on the man sitting behind the desk.

He had brilliant blond hair, and although he was sitting, one could tell he was very tall, with a face as sharp as a sculpture, and at this moment he was signing the documents on the desk with his eyes lowered.

An Ze only took one look and didn't dare to look again. He knelt on one knee, put his right hand on his left chest, and said in a submissive manner -

"Anze Jones, captain of the castle guard, pays respect to my king."

After saying this, An Ze only dared to look at the carpet beneath him.

The "swish" sound of writing stopped, and Anze heard Wang put down the pen. Then, a gaze as if being stared at by a powerful creature fell on him.

"Ah."

The king chuckled.

The freezing voice sounded again: "You are not allowed to enter the castle's back garden."

"You are not allowed to enter the sky city above the castle."

"You are not allowed to enter the castle's dining hall."

An Ze listened with gritted teeth, not quite understanding why the new king didn't let him go to many places.

You know, he is the captain of the castle guard!

He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask, as he felt that asking would make the new king dislike him even more.

Yes, although he didn't know why, the new king definitely didn't like him. Anze cried in his heart and stammered, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"go out."

The new king didn't say anything to him.

An Ze walked out of the study with a dejected look on his face.

Jonah looked at Anze's golden hair, which was just a little bit worse than the king's, and felt a little sympathetic.

The queen liked everything that was shiny, and she loved the king's golden hair even more. Given the king's possessiveness towards the queen, it would be strange for him to have a good face towards the captain of the guard.

"His hair is better than mine?"

Jonah watched Anze walk out and close the door. He was sighing when he heard the king say.

He smiled and said, "How could that be? Your Majesty's golden hair is unmatched."

Time is a magical thing. It has transformed the little Jonah who could only cry and beg for help into the young man who knows how to act and retreat.

"Oh, that's true."

King Yinlin picked up the pen again and reviewed the mountain of documents.

He pursed his lips, obviously not liking this work, and when he saw outrageous documents, he would sweep them directly to the ground.

"A bunch of idiots!"

At this time, Jonah would always pick it up as usual.

After King Yinlin adjusted himself, he would continue to review with a gloomy face.

He didn't care what became of the kingdom.

But some people care.

Jonah thought: ...Luckily someone cares.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and ten years have passed since the new King Yinlin ascended the throne.

The tyrant who ascended the throne in people's imagination has become a synonym for wisdom.

He made it easier for humans to survive in the kingdom, little by little...he wanted to give the better and better Yinlin to someone.

His black and red eyes also became a characteristic only possessed by a king bestowed by God.

The previous prejudices seem like things from the previous life.

But Cecil didn't care about any of this.

The tall and handsome man sat on the throne, listening to the reports from his ministers with a serious face.

There was a good harvest in the east, a flood in the west, a new project in the Mage Tower, and the Son of the Church of Light took over...

After finishing the report, he simply explained a few things and then got up and left.

Jonah followed him quietly.

The king was wearing a black and red Western-style suit. The ribbon from his shoulders to his chest swayed with his steps. His black cape hung behind him, swinging rhythmically with his steps.

On his head was a crown made of emeralds, rubies, diamonds and gold. It was made by the most skilled dwarves and was in an order of magnitude more luxurious than any other crown in the past.

Wang actually doesn’t care what he wears, but... because of some little thoughts, he likes to make himself look more attractive.

This is why, although Wang only appeared in front of the citizens a few times, he was praised as "as handsome as the sun god."

Under the crown, her golden hair was still as brilliant as ever, hanging behind her head, loosely tied only with a somewhat old hairband.

Jonah followed all the way to the back garden.

Then he stood beside the carved copper door.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."

Wang said "hmm" and walked forward without looking back, his footsteps sounding a little hurried.

Jonah watched him walk in, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.

So many years have passed, and no matter how much the king keeps strangers away from him, he is still as humble as ever in front of the queen.

Jonah walked along the corridor and met an acquaintance.

An Ze stood in front of the hall like a benchmark. His long golden hair had been cut to ear level and dyed golden brown. His desire to survive was obvious.

"Good afternoon, Anze."

Because they often meet, Anze and Jonah are now considered good friends.

"Good afternoon, sir."

Jonah stopped and stood beside him, his sharp eyes seeing that the roots of his dyed hair had returned to their original golden color and had grown out a little.

He pointed at Anze's hair and kindly reminded him, "It's growing out."

An Ze's face changed. Even though he knew that the king couldn't see now, he still reached out and covered his head with the hood of his cloak.

Jonah laughed out loud when he saw this: "Your Majesty shouldn't be that scary, right? Anze, you are such a loser."

"Master Steward, you don't know that I ran into the Queen by chance when I was on patrol that year. She just praised me a little bit, saying that my hair was very similar to yours and that it was pretty, so I..."

Thinking of what happened back then, An Ze was filled with fear.

When His Majesty learned about this, he didn't say anything, but Anze began to live a hard life as a corporate slave from the next day.

How about cutting down 500 trees with bare hands to build a stable, going to the forest to hunt high-risk monsters, and traveling to neighboring countries to search for high-yield food species...

The past is tragic, so it’s better not to mention it.

Later, the steward probably felt that he was too pitiful, so he reminded him about his hair again, and he realized...

It turns out that the source of all my misfortunes is this damn blond hair!!!

Anze felt bitter inside, but he didn't say it.

"Well, Your Majesty now..." Jonah thought of the king's increasingly gentle changes in recent years and said, "Your Majesty should not care so much now."

An Ze touched his nose and said, "Your Majesty and the Queen have such a good relationship. I'd better not bring bad luck to them."

Jonah shook his head, exchanged a few words with him, and then walked away.

Cecil walked quickly forward. Even though they had only been apart for a short while, he felt as if he hadn't seen her for a long time.

He soon appeared in the back garden, but did not see the owner.

Then, he eagerly went to the top floor of the castle.

Because he was too anxious, he even used magic.

There was nothing on the top floor of the castle originally, but now it has changed a lot.

Different magical plants are planted on it, lush and verdant, like a small green forest.

He walked past them, carefully lowering his footsteps, and after walking for a distance, he stretched out his hand and waved away the large leaves in front of him.

The master's sleeping face appeared before my eyes.

She slept in a hammock, with her skirt hanging down from the top and spreading on the ground.

She still liked to go barefoot, with one leg hanging restlessly on the ground along with her skirt, stepping on the soft young leaves.

Cecil squatted on the ground and picked up her dangling foot.

In the sunlight and green leaves, the foot is dazzlingly white.

Whenever he thought of the awful things this foot had done before, his handsome face would involuntarily turn red.

He pursed his lips, looked up at the person sleeping soundly in the hammock, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, narrowed his heterochromatic eyes slightly, followed the guidance of his heart, and lowered his head.

"Cecil, you're not being obedient." The master's voice still had a hint of laziness from just waking up.

The former Cecil might have stopped in panic, but time is really a wonderful thing, and he has become bolder now.

The young Wang blushed slightly, rubbed his fingers against the delicate skin, and chuckled, "...Yes."

"But the master likes it."

His eyes were filled with her image.

"Cecil...can you continue?"

There was a rustling sound above him, and he felt his master sitting up.

"continue."

He heard his master say.

After a long time, the young king obediently lowered his crowned head and willingly became a servant before God.

No matter how much time passed, his inner love and desire never diminished.

The master is his light.

It is his God.

He loved Light and God, year after year, to the end of the universe.