Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

"it's me."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"I'm here."

"Believe me."

......

The words he had heard echoed in Murphy's mind.

In the quiet time, he had pondered over the sentence, trying to figure out the meaning over and over again, why he said such a sentence, what kind of identity was that person saying these words...

The most important point is - he said these words to get something from him.

What is there in him that deserves such closeness?

He has nothing, he comes from a different world, he doesn't understand anything, the only thing he got in this world is a lofty Son identity and a pure power of light, which has been completely used by others.

As early as when the Holy Land was empty and there was no response, Murphy vaguely realized that he was being deceived.

He didn't trust Zapas, and he also doubted his words, but all hopes for the Holy Land slowly faded with the passage of time, and he noticed some weird things hidden in it.

The other party did not recognize the title of "God of Light". It was him who foolishly identified the other party's identity, and then willingly believed him, regarded him as his only savior, and then tried his best to help the other party recover from his injuries .

Who would have thought that the God of Darkness would appear in the Holy Land of the Church of Light, and would temporarily soften his heart to save the Holy Son of Light who stood opposite him?

At least Murphy didn't know.

The God of Light or the God of Darkness is just a code name in front of Murphy. The only difference is that it allows him to know whether the other party gave him true or false feelings when he gave those emotions.

Now Murphy knows.

He was so afraid of the Dark God, and tried his best to help him recover his strength, as if he was pushing himself to a dead end.

The golden spot of light outlined Cecil's appearance, as it was the only time he saw each other.

Murphy spent almost half of his time in this world with Cecil, and even then, he never told Murphy who he really was until he left.

As long as it was what he said, Murphy believed everything.

Because he believed in him, he absorbed the dark energy like a hardworking bee, and sent it directly to his hands, and also because he believed that even if he was in pain, he would honestly act as a medium for him to absorb power, even after the end I thought about continuing.

What did he think at that time?

It's just a pain, anyway, there are many benefits, just bear with it and it will pass.

But just like that, his eyes were no longer pure gold.

Cecil knew the consequences of using him as a medium. During that time, he always focused on Murphy's eyes. He didn't say anything, and everything could be explained when Murphy took off the ribbon.

Compared with Murphy's eyes, he cared more about how to heal his wounds faster. He might have hesitated for a moment, but in the end he made Murphy pay the price stupidly with a "trust me".

He is His Royal Highness the Holy Son who is held in the palm of the hand by the Church of Light, and he is also a gadget that relieves boredom and amuses the dark gods in the Holy Land.

What he said, "You will be my only holy son", was it so that he turned his back on the light and fell into the darkness?

Murphy thought, if Cecil was the God of Darkness, then everything in his dream would not have happened, and he would not have died in the hands of the God of Darkness.

His guess came true.

He will not die at the hands of the Dark God.

Murphy will die at his succession ceremony, because the eyes he has been covering up will be discovered, and he can't give a reason why it will become like this. How can he explain how he serves the God of Darkness as the God of Light, helping Did he escape from a desperate situation?

No one would believe such a holy son of light.

This is a dead end Cecil sent Murphy.

Unsolvable dead end.

***

The Son of Murphy, who was suspended above the city wall, had a cold look on his face, completely lacking the gentleness and compassion he used to treat others.

The power on his body erased the pain of the believers, eliminated their fatigue, and strengthened their confidence in fighting darkness.

"I am the Holy Son of the God of Light, and I will never yield to darkness."

His words echoed on the deadly battlefield, and Murphy's tone was firm without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone could see his anger from his expression, including Cecil who was standing opposite him.

Cecil had anticipated this scenario a long time ago. When his little holy son knew his true identity and knew that he had been serving not the God of Light, but the God of Darkness he feared, he would be angry and angry. Will be hostile to him, will treat him as a stranger.

He thought of everything, but it wasn't until he really felt this feeling that he really realized how uncomfortable he was.

He hoped that Murphy would continue to stay by his side, guarding him as sincerely as before, believing only because of faith, without asking for anything in return, the most pure and simple little saint.

But it is also such a person who will be really angry after knowing that he has been deceived, and it cannot be easily redeemed.

Cecil didn't know how to explain it. He knew that Murphy didn't trust him at all, maybe he had forgotten his promise long ago, or he didn't even want to give him a chance.

Murphy's cold expression was more unbearable to Cecil than the ironic eyes of those people on the ground looking at him.

His forehead and left chest were in severe pain again, the wound was shattered and bleeding, and a faint golden light leaked from between his fingers.

The dark god standing above the heads of thousands of people was extremely embarrassed. He endured the pain and gave Murphy a look, and then returned to the dark fog. Soon, the fallen dragon pulled the carriage back.

Immediately afterwards, the dark gods and monsters receded like a tide, leaving behind a brief peace.

Murphy's heart twitched when he heard his painful voice. In the past, Cecil would always be troubled by those two wounds, showing a bit of weakness unbearably. At that time, he would always be by his side, trying his best to to ease his pain, but now...

Murphy's expression remained unchanged, and he stopped thinking about it.

He once saved his own life, and sent himself a dead end. He also devoted himself wholeheartedly to him, allowing him to leave the Holy Land safely, without any hesitation, and they were considered even.

The Dark God's army was closing in, but Murphy's treatment was still continuing. He didn't feel the exhaustion coming from the inside of his body until most of the wounds on their bodies had healed.

He almost collapsed and fell down uncontrollably

"His Royal Highness!"

Amidst the panicked shouts, Eunice, who was below him, quickly went up to him and carefully supported him.

At this time, Murphy's face was pale, and he used the method just now unintentionally. Although the effect was good, the consumption was extremely considerable, and it almost emptied his body.

Several bishops and old men on the city wall came to Murphy's side. They still remembered what the Dark God said before, saying that he wanted to take Murphy away to be his holy son. Seeing his previous performance, the younger generation of the Light Church The title of No.1 is worthy of the name, and it can even be called No.1 among the young people in mainland China. Even the Dark God will be moved.

Archbishop Shelley said a few words of relief and asked Murphy to rest first.

It's just that the faces of the two cardinals didn't have any gentleness on their faces. On the contrary, they showed a lot of exploration: "Murphy, have you ever met the God of Darkness?"

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were flickering, sharp like a falcon, and he wanted to find out some hidden secrets from Murphy's expression, but it was a pity that Murphy was blindfolded and the windows of his soul were closed, so no information was leaked.

"Never."

The attitude of the two cardinals towards Murphy made many people feel dissatisfied, but as members of the Presbyterian Church, Archbishop Shelley did not want to provoke his anger even if he had doubts in his heart, so he could only hold his breath and stand beside.

They didn't care about the hostile gazes of the people around them. They exchanged glances and then disappeared into the air. One of them wanted to pass back what happened here to Zapas.

The Son of Murphy left, the dark army retreated cleanly, and the people recovering from their injuries used this rare rest time to repair the city wall. This is the time His Royal Highness the Son of God bought for them, and it should not be wasted.

Murphy's face was pale, and Eunice knew that he was exhausted, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

Jiujiu and Joshua were by his side, feeling sad for his state at the moment, while nestling by his side, hoping to give him a good rest.

Murphy fell asleep quickly. He was so tired that he almost lost consciousness the moment he lay on the bed.

Jiujiu and Joshua looked at each other, careful not to make any movement that would affect Murphy, while crouching beside him and guarding him.

As time passed, the two people on the bed fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Murphy, who fell into a deep sleep, suddenly heard a small sound, as if something was walking past him. He subconsciously thought it was one of Jiujiu or Joshua, and stretched out his hand with his eyes narrowed. I went to touch it, but found nothing.

"Jiujiu? Joshua?" Murphy softly called their names in a haze, but there was still no response.

But soon, his outstretched hand was caught, and the cool temperature wrapped him up. Murphy subconsciously leaned over, and soon relaxed his vigilance again.

Consciousness sank in the darkness for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in Murphy's heart, and he broke out of the drowsiness all of a sudden.

It wasn't Jiujiu next to him, nor was it Joshua.

It's Cecil.

The moment Murphy's body tensed, Cecil noticed it, and therefore, the moment Murphy tried to push him away, he tensed his body tightly, preventing him from breaking free.

"Go away!" Murphy shouted unceremoniously, but he was a little depressed because he was weak and didn't want to be noticed by people outside.

Cecil, who sneaked in, called him hoarsely: "Murphy don't move, I'm in pain."

Murphy sneered, he was not feeling well, and he was in a bad mood, so he came to cry at this time, maybe he found the wrong person?

So what about the God of Darkness, there is death on the left and right, Murphy, who has seen through everything, stretches out his feet mercilessly, and kills him directly if he has the ability, which saves him from going to the succession ceremony.

It was only very soon that Murphy smelled a strong smell of blood, and he let out a low choke before realizing that something was wrong with Cecil.

"what happened to you?"

Cecil: "I'm fine."

There was a little more irony in Murphy's smile, but he was a little merciful because of the strong smell of blood on his body. Since he didn't want to speak, he didn't need to ask more.

Murphy: "What about Jiujiu and Joshua?"

Cecil: "I put them next to me. I'll leave at dawn. Just let me hug you. I'm in too much pain. I can feel a little more comfortable next to you..."

In fact, Cecil did not lie. The closer he was to Murphy, the more active the power belonging to the God of Light and the Lion of Glory in his body would be. It was just that when he was close to Murphy, it would calm down and there would be no such sharp pain.

The long-lost comfort made him close his eyes comfortably, and Murphy, who was exhausted and weak, barely supported and pushed him a few times without success, and gradually lost his strength.

"fraud."

Cecil smiled wryly. He felt that Murphy lost consciousness again, so he moved closer and hugged him into his arms.

"Murphy, I'll change your eyes back."

The violent and irritable dark god protected his little son, who still had a bit of reluctance on his face, and fell into a deep sleep, almost covering his whole body in his arms. The intimacy between them was as inseparable as before.

And in the corner of the room where the two of them couldn't see, a golden lion with a lush mane and a child with black hair and black eyes lay down in the corner, their bodies overlapping, like trash thrown out.

The author has something to say: Cecil: I admit my mistake honestly, I don’t know when my once cute little son will come back?

Murphy: I can't come back, bye