Cloud Thinking

Hate? Who do I hate?

Helia suddenly recalled what she had just said, "I don't like Hawke." She was suddenly struck by lightning and froze in place, even forgetting to break free from Hawke's hand.

"What a pity. Not everything in this world will go as you wish. Even if you hate me, you have to come with me." Hawke pointed his middle finger at Helia's forehead and flicked it hard. Her smooth and white forehead immediately turned red, and she fell back into the quilt.

She covered her forehead, as if she was shocked at why Hawke was here, and as if she couldn't believe that he dared to treat her like this, "Hawk?! You..."

"You are so disrespectful, Ma... Didn't Claude teach you etiquette? Either call me uncle, or call me Marshal like everyone else." Hawke held Helia's head and rubbed it. Even though they had never met in the past ten years, the connection and call of blood between them had been established just by the bright red hair, without the need for words.

Helia pushed Hawke's hand away. Her breath was a little confused and her heart felt a little uncomfortable. She looked in Hawke's direction angrily, like a child throwing a tantrum, and shouted, "Marshal Hawke! Eavesdropping on others is really ungentlemanly!"

"How could I not eavesdrop? I was in the room the whole time, but you didn't notice me." Hawke put his hands in his pockets, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced at Brahiri, as if to warn him, but soon his eyes fell back on Helia.

Although her eyes were covered, she did look a lot like Madeline. If Avril was similar to Madeline in appearance, then Helia perfectly inherited Madeline's personality and bad temper.

"Barashili." Helia turned her head suddenly to look at Brashili. She only called out the other's name without saying much, but Brashili already understood what she wanted to express. She was just worried that it would be bad for Hawke to hear those things. After all, Hawke had always been brooding over her mother's death.

"Your Highness Helia, I don't know where you heard those rumors from, but Marshal Hawke already knew the truth about Queen Madeline's death, so it doesn't matter." Brahili sincerely felt that the two of them really needed to spend some time together, otherwise if they let rumors and gossips make the misunderstanding bigger and bigger, they might really get into trouble in the future...

"..." Helia felt embarrassed at this moment. It was also her fault for believing those rumors. She should have known how unreliable those rumors were. But when it came to her turn, she foolishly believed them and was exposed in front of the person involved. She wished she could dig a hole and live in it.

"Well... because this place is too far from the palace, I can only rely on some rumors to get to know my niece whom I have never met over the years. How should I put it..." Hawke saw Helia standing there awkwardly, motionless. If it were someone else, they would probably change the subject to give her a way out, but Hawke was not that kind of person. He thought his little niece was very interesting, at least much more interesting than her stern and serious brother.

He counted on his fingers and recalled the words he had heard used to describe Helia over the years: "stupid, overbearing, squeamish, always making trouble regardless of the occasion, and having a bad temper."

With every word he said, Helia's fist tightened a little, and she wanted to stuff her fist into his mouth to block it. Of course, her reputation was so bad that people all over the world knew it! She had already experienced it when she read comics! However, being said to her face by someone really made her...

The fist is hard!!!

But her heart was pounding so she had to swallow her breath. She forced a smile and said, "Haha, then, Marshal Hawke, now that you have seen me, do you still think I am the same as what you heard?"

"Oh, no, that's not the case. You are quite unexpected to me. I can't see that you are the spoiled Princess Helia who would cry loudly when her hand was cut in Eric's words."

Brother!!! What on earth did you say to my uncle!!!

Seeing that Helia looked very bad, Hawke helped her pull up the quilt that had been kicked to her feet at some point, and rubbed her head, ruffling her hair. "Don't think too much, take a rest first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Brahiri, tilted his head towards the door, and motioned him to go out and talk for a while.

"Your Highness Helia, have a good rest now. If there are any more problems, I will come tomorrow." Brahiri said, pressing his hand gently on Helia's head to smooth out her curled hair. He also cast a sleeping spell on her. Helia only had time to move her lips and didn't even have time to say goodbye before she lost consciousness and fell asleep again.

When facing Helia, Hawke still looked kind and easy-going, but as soon as he came out of that room, his face turned as dark as a ten-year-old pot. He leaned against the windowsill at the end of the corridor, looking through the glass at the students downstairs who were huddled together like carrots - those were Karlzer and the others, and his mood improved a little.

"Marshal Hawke, next time even if you want to sit in on the class, please tell me. It's not good for my heart to turn around and suddenly see someone." Brahili walked slowly towards Hawke and said helplessly.

"What's wrong with her eyes?" Hawke asked.

"Didn't you bring the person back?" Brahili replied.

"Her face was covered in blood. How could I know if it was her blood or someone else's?" Hawke became furious when he recalled the scene when he picked up Helia. If Netina hadn't been dead, he would have definitely caught this guy and tortured him.

After all, he is our own child, how can we let outsiders bully him? Moreover, he was made into such a miserable state by those stinky rats in the gutter using such dirty means. It is really upsetting.

"It must be because she faced the true God head-on. Not only her eyes, but her ears are also a bit problematic. Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with her brain, otherwise she would be crippled." Brashiri didn't expect things to turn out like this. Didn't the little princess just come to a place far away to go to school? She has so many guards around her. How come she happened to encounter such a unfortunate thing that happens only once in a century?

"If I could let Him come down to see me in person, that fragment would be more tempting than I thought."

"So what should we do now? She's only been in the academy for half a year, are we going to let her leave just like that?" Just by looking at the kids downstairs, one could tell that Helia should be living well here. She had talent, good teachers to teach her, and a group of close friends. Wasn't this a thousand times better than living in the palace or his freezing military camp?

"Carter's College cannot protect your Highness. Let me discuss with His Majesty Claude and take a look at the recent situation in the palace, and then decide whether to send him back or to you." Brahiri irritably pulled the strands of hair on his forehead to the back of his head, muttering, "A bunch of stinky shits, adding so much workload to me, preventing me from going back to accompany my wife earlier..."

Hawke didn't want to listen to Brahili's complaints, and he was even more afraid that he would start talking about how good his wife was as soon as they disagreed with him. This wife-slave was already terminally ill and there was no cure, so all he could do was stay away from him.

Things happened just as Brahili had thought. After discussing with Madeline, Claude unanimously decided to send Helia to Hawke's place. It didn't matter whether she was allowed to play there for a while or to do odd jobs, because compared to the imperial palace, the center of the regime that attracted the attention of the gods, the northern border where Hawke was located was also a place where the gods could not interfere at will.

The slightest friction in the border area might lead to a war. Since the fall of the God of War, Watersise, there has been no war on the continent. The current three-way balance of power was formed little by little through contractual cession and peaceful annexation.

But because there has not been a war for so long, the conflicts that have accumulated over the years have no way to be released, and they are piling up more and more. In the end, it only takes a spark to spread the war across the entire continent.

Therefore, the gods dare not interfere in border affairs casually. If friction breaks out accidentally, it will be a clear interference in the royal government and will be punished by the god of order who controls fate.

As for the previous ancient god who abused his power to do whatever he wanted, his corpse has become part of the cornerstone under the throne of the God of Order. No one knows what he did or when he did it. Anyway, when the news was received, the ancient god had already fallen.

From then on, no god in power dared to violate the rules set by the God of Order, let alone interfere with the royal government and disrupt the order of the world. Even if they wanted to do something, they could only ask their believers to do it behind their backs. Everyone reached a consensus - don't make a big deal out of it and bring it to the God of Order.

"But I don't seem to have seen a temple dedicated to the God of Order? Doesn't He need believers?" Helia asked.

Brahili and Drummond, father and son, were standing and sitting beside Helia's bed. When they heard her question, Drummond answered first, "The God of Order doesn't care about the power of this offering. As long as the order of the world is still functioning stably, everyone living under this order, including the gods, can provide Him with a constant supply of powerful power."

"It can be said that everyone in the world is his believer, whether you admit it or not, so there is no need to build a temple for him. After all, he doesn't have time to respond to our prayers."

"Hmm - I've been thinking of getting a token of the God of Order to carry with me. When I'm in danger, I can just shout out His name like I did before. As long as I attract His attention, the other gods won't dare to attack me." Helia said.

"Your Highness Helia, I need to talk to you about this." Not only did Brashiri explain the matters here to Claude yesterday, he also talked to Drummond for a long time. He also knew clearly what Helia had done. After listening, he felt that Her Royal Highness the Princess was still alive today and was blessed by the goddess of luck.

"No matter what, placing hope in God is only a last resort. Your situation is different from ours. Once you make a deal with God, you will lose your life." Brahiri preached, "Queen Madeline fought against God to the end just to allow you to live independently and freely without relying on others. How can you take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms of God?"

"In this world, the only person you can rely on is yourself. Don't you understand this truth?"

Helia certainly understood this truth. No one in the world could be relied upon forever, except herself. But at that time, she had to do so and pray for the help of God, even though she knew that she might not be able to pay the price. But she wanted to live and protect her friends, so she had no other choice.

"Not again," Helia promised.

"Father, Helia was trying to protect us at that time..." Seeing that Helia had lowered her head due to being scolded, Drummond spoke for her, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Brashiri.

"I asked you to accompany His Highness to protect Him. When did the positions get reversed and it became His Highness' turn to protect you?"

For some reason, even though Helia couldn't see, she could still feel the tense atmosphere between the father and son. But in Helia's imagination, they should have a good relationship, right? Drummond's current achievements must have been inseparable from Brashiri's careful teachings. And according to the stories Drummond told her, since Brashiri liked his wife so much, he must love his son as well.

Moreover, Brahili was always gentle and polite when facing her, but she didn't expect that he would speak in such a harsh tone to his own son?

"Stop! Don't quarrel in front of me!" Helia stopped them in time, "I want to protect them. This has nothing to do with identity or duty. It's just because Drummond is my friend. I protect my friend. Is there any problem?"