The Song of Kaxilda

Reginald paced around the door of the bedroom, circle after circle, as if he wanted to step out of a hole in the ground.

He has never been so anxious in his life as he is now, and he always feels a little restless.

He frowned and looked towards the closed door: "Why did it take so long?"

"Your Majesty, please be calm and calm." A man dressed as a priest spoke calmly to appease.

Reginald glanced at him with some dissatisfaction: "President Simon, how can this make me..."

The intermittent screams of pain finally landed on a scream, which interrupted the complaint he was about to utter. Although it was subtle, it sounded to him like the loud noise echoed by the golden bell on the tower of the palace.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The queen..." As if responding to him, a medical officer with a lot of blood on his body stumbled out of the door.

Reginald only glanced at the other party, and his anxiety was already overflowing from his heart: "What's wrong?"

"She...she..." The medical officer stuttered and couldn't speak, and just pointed at the door.

Seeing this, Reginald immediately left the overwhelmed medical officer and walked quickly into the bedroom.

There are two other female medical officers in the dormitory, surrounded by a bed in the center.

The bed was also bloody red.

"What's going on?" Reginold felt dizzy for a while, and walked past the two medical officers who stepped out, and walked to the bed.

The weak woman was lying on her back with sweat on her face. Seeing him approaching, her eyes were half-opened, her pale lips parted slightly, panting: "My child...our..."

Reginald held her hand, and it was cold.

The newborn baby was lying beside her, covered in blood.

"Child..." The corner of the woman's mouth moved slightly, revealing a smile.

Reginald felt his hands sink.

Two sunsets, blazing red and frosty blue, hang in the air, casting strange and blurred light and shadows through the colored windows on the dome.

"Your Majesty." Simon quietly appeared beside him.

Reginald paid no heed.

Simon shook his head and called out again: "Your Majesty!"

Reginald raised his head and looked at him blankly.

Simon leaned over and picked up the baby lying beside the queen, and handed it to him: "It's a princess."

The princess wrapped in the soft flannelette neither cried nor made noises, as if she had lost her breath, but her weak beating heart proved that she still existed in the world.

"Princess……"

When Reginold embraced the young body with some stains of blood in his arms, he still had the idea of ​​transferring all his love for the queen to the child.

But the next moment, there was only fear and panic in his green eyes.

Never met a newborn whose eyes were opened at birth.

He saw those eyes.

The eyes described in the centuries-old Kasiruda song.

The orc princess with golden pupils, the descendant of the cursed royal family, the origin of the downfall, and the culprit of the extermination of the clan.

When he saw those eyes, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he was overwhelmed by the sudden rise of love and compassion.

Raymond, who was beside him, obviously also saw those eyes.

"Curse... the curse of the kingdom of orcs..."

"No, wait..."

When Reginald woke up from his chaotic thoughts, he found that the pair of golden pupils that shocked him had changed back to the same green pupils as he and the queen.

This change made him worry again.

It was night, except for the priest Simon, all the accompanying medical officers kept eternal silence.

She is a monster.

The monster with golden pupils.

Cursed monster.

A monster who cannot love.

A monster that cannot be known.