Atlas Battle Song

Little Egg and little Trander will be nine years old soon.They have spent a winter since they first met.

Compared with master and servant, the two children are more like playmates.Little Egg never asked Little Trand to do what a servant should do, only let him practice swords and take lessons with him.If the grown-ups allowed them, they would run out of the castle and play by the river in the forest.

This morning, two boys were playing in the stable.

"Look, Trand, doesn't he have a nice mane? Clive's a proud horse, and I'm the only one to touch him."

Little Egg was seriously grooming the little black horse.Little Trander sat on the stake, resting his cheeks and staring at him in a daze...

The young master with soft cheeks was as pretty as a girl, his gray-blue eyes were translucent and bright, like gemstones in the morning light.

Little Egg has a dignified manner, and considers himself a mature noble knight, so he is not very willing to be hugged.But if you really hold him in your arms, the little boy will still put his cheek on the adult's arm and rub against you expressionlessly, asking you to hold him all the time.

"Master Egg really likes this guy..." Trander looked lazily at the little black horse.

The stubborn foal enjoys being caressed by the little master.The lion puppet was sitting on the chair next to it, and Little Egg would talk to them from time to time and ask them what they thought.Little Trand was sitting far away, like an outsider.

Seeing how gentle Egg was to the horse, Little Trander felt subtly jealous... somehow, he jumped up and said loudly: "I don't think this horse is very good, it looks black. , I can’t even see them running around at night, hum.”

"You're dark too," said Egg.

Not reconciled, Trander ran up to the young master and pointed to his chest confidently.

"It's me!"

"What should you do?" Little Egg didn't quite understand.

"You've been brushing it for 15 minutes, now it's my turn."

Egg looked at the soft-bristled brush in his hand, and nodded: "Then try it. It has a bad temper, and may not want to be touched by others... But you can feed it a carrot first."

Little Trand shook his head.

"No, I mean...you should brush me, he's done enjoying himself."

"???"

Little Egg looked shocked.

"..."

What a fool.

Little Trander regretted it, and added urgently to restore his dignity: "Forget it, it's a pony, I should let it go. You can continue to comb it."

"..."

The young master was at a loss, he reached out his hand hesitantly, and gently combed little Trander's hair with a soft brush.Soft to the touch... The two boys were caught in an awkward dilemma.This is so stupid.The foal looked at the two boys and snorted as if mocking them.

"Then... how about it?" Little Egg put down his brush and touched his partner's head with his hand.

"No, real men don't use their hands, just keep using a brush." ​​Little Trand said indiscriminately.

"..."

The young master was a little aggrieved, but for the sake of his partner's insistence...he tried to change the subject: "Trand, do you like riding a horse? I have never seen you ride before."

Egg had a reason for asking.With his ninth birthday in a few days, Trand wanted to gift his friend a colt so they could take riding lessons and race horses together.

"Horse or something..."

Little Trander hesitated.In fact, he couldn't ride a horse at all, which is something only rich adults have.When he was in the West Plateau, he also thought: When he grows up, he will save money to buy a tall horse. It must be very majestic to ride, and all the girls in the city will fall in love with him madly.

"You like it, don't you?" Little Egg laughed, "I like it too~ I have many horses, but they are all in name... The horse that actually belongs to me is Clive. Father said he would choose some more for me Okay, but it's not necessary, I just like it. Shall we go to the race tomorrow? How many horses did you have?"

The question stung Trand.

He was a poor boy juggling. He used to save a long time to buy a linen dress. How could he have a horse... But his self-esteem did not allow him to show weakness.

Little Tland pretended to be indifferent, and said with a smile: "Hey, not many, there are only five, six, seven or eight horses. Sometimes there are more than a dozen horses, and they can't ride them every day haha."

"so many???"

The young master was shocked.

"Yes, there are so many~"

Trand regretted saying that, making himself look like a horse dealer.He quickly patted his chest with a smile, and added: "My horses come in many colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, all of them!"

"..."

"..."

What a silly, rainbow-colored horse...sounds like a motherfucker.Little Trand groaned secretly.

Little Egg smiled: "I see, it really is Trand's aesthetics."

"Hey, are you mocking me?"

"Don't Trander just like such an exaggerated style? Before, he had to wear a purple top, and his ears were severely twisted by the nanny."

"What a pretty purple! A pure man's color."

"But you have dark skin, black hair, and purple...you look like an eggplant."

Egg laughed heartily.

Little Trander pretended to be angry, and ran over to quarrel with the young master.

The servant brought the washed carrots, and Egg fed his little black pony with his own hands, and chatted with the foal very gently.The hot-tempered colt liked his little master very much, and would take the initiative to rub his nose against Egg's hand, but as soon as Trand approached, the colt stomped back and forth in displeasure.

Trander saw it and disliked ponies doubly.

"You feed it too much, and it's going to be a chubby... big fat horse! Big fat horse—crossing bridges can crush bridges!"

Trand grimaces and makes up rhyming nursery rhymes to disparage ponies.

Perhaps because he understood the mocking tone, the little black horse snorted violently, and seemed about to bite Trander.

"You two don't quarrel."

Little Egg patted the pony's neck, and looked at his friend helplessly with his hips akimbo.

"It scolded me first!" Trund claimed.

"Don't be silly, Clive is a horse, how can he scold you?"

"It scolded me, it called me an idiot!" Trander argued angrily, and became even angrier when he thought that he was insulted by the horse.

"Oh."

"You do not believe!"

Little Egg smiled: "Then why does it scold you?"

"Anyway, some extremely... vulgar words! It's a bad horse."

"I'll scold you for Clive: Trander is a childish brat." Egg ignored Trander who lost his temper, and continued to hum and feed carrots to the pony.The little black horse felt that its master was obviously on its side, flicked its tail arrogantly, and pointed its butt at Little Trander.

"Ah! Bad horse, big stupid horse! Don't play with it, Egg, you will be taught bad by it."

"Yes, just now Clive whispered to me: 'Trand is a silly lion... A silly lion is going to be a soldier, and he can't ride a horse to be sad, and fall into the river to cool off' hahaha."

Seeing his little friend baring his teeth and grunting in anger, Egg felt genuinely happy.

The little black horse also raised its neck happily.

"Hmph! Aww—"

Little Trander was so angry that he rushed over and ate the carrot that was being fed to the horses in Little Egg's hand.

"..."

"..."

"Ow!!!"

As soon as Trent got angry, he ate the remaining four or five carrots in an instant.

"you……"

Little Egg and the pony were almost dumbfounded, watching Trander eat up all the horse food like a fool.Forget it, Trander still pretended to be revenged, and defended righteously:

"Why did you just feed it? It's not fair, I want to!"

"Doesn't Trand hate eating vegetables the most?"

"If you feed me with your own hands like this, I will eat anything!" Little Trand realized that he was being unreasonable the more he said, his voice became weaker, but his face was still showing off his strength.

"But I can only eat with my mother..." The young master folded his arms in distress: "How about this, Trander, when it's your meal time, you can call me, and I can feed you vegetables."

"I don't want you to feed me!"

"?"

Little Egg touched his partner's ear suspiciously, it was soft and hot.

"Trander has become a bit strange recently... he always loses his temper. Is it the wrong breeding method? Or is it the season of moulting?" Yi Ge glanced at the lion puppet and nodded thoughtfully: "So it is That's it, you're right, Trand is acting like a baby."

"I'm not acting like a baby! A real man never acts like a baby! I'm a real man, so I don't act like a baby!" Trander was completely furious. After all, "a real man" is his principled issue.

"Really? Would a real man dare to eat all the carrots in the kitchen?"

"Why don't you dare!"

Trander raised his index finger confidently, bared his canine teeth and said with a smile:

"Go, I'll show you right now... what is the real 'Carrot Death'...!"

Little Trand walks the talk.

The real man "Carrot Reaper" really ate up all the carrots in the kitchen in a short time.Aggressive, cruel, cutting grass and roots... all eaten up.Egg hugged the cat and cheered happily from the sidelines.Trande got carried away with pride, jumped on the table and delivered an eloquent speech, his tail was almost up to the sky.

Then the cook came and caught the two boys.

Then, the culprit, Little Trander, was taken away by his ears.The old Nan was so angry that she took a feather duster and spanked Trand's bottom.Master Egg refused.

"Master, let go!"

"It's mine, it's mine." Little Egg insisted on tugging on Little Trander's pants.

"Wait, wait! It's about to drop!"

"He doesn't eat vegetables, so what does it matter if he eats more."

"Master, he ruined the kitchen like a mouse, let Madam know what to do!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, carrots are also used to feed horses. Horses are my pets, and so is he. I will feed them to him!"

Little Egg resolutely grasped his partner's hand, and the other hand held the little lion puppet, as if the three of them could gain some mysterious power by uniting together.

"Trand is moulting, and needs nourishment!"

"Master, this kid is not a cat... eh..."

The old woman couldn't help it.

Everyone can see that the young master really dotes on this messy wild boy.Little Egg wouldn't even go play with the family cat if Little Trand was there.

But punishment is indispensable.The old Nan took Trent by the ear and punished him to practice servant manners.Master Egg wanted to go along.

The old nan told Trand to practice pouring, and the boy reluctantly followed suit.

"What's so difficult about pouring wine? I used to see my sisters pouring wine for the master many times in... high-end places in the West Plateau."

"Stinky boy, you can pour the wine as soon as you are asked to pour it. What's the matter with such a charming posture!" arm.

Little Egg was amused by the scene.

"Hahaha."

"What's the matter... my sisters are pouring wine like this." Trander quibbled angrily in a low voice, but was beaten again.

"You will be Master Egg's knight from now on, not his mistress."

Thin sticks were beaten on Trent's waist and ass, and the old nurse lectured him harshly, until the boy learned how to serve Master Egg with dignity. "Stinky boy, don't think that if you play well with the young master, you can be indifferent. Master Yi Ge is the future Earl Gorgon, and even the royal family has to give three points to the Gorgon family."

"I don't……!"

"Stinky boy, dare to talk back!"

"You don't need Trand to learn this," little Egg shook his head, "he's not a servant..."

Hearing what the young master said, Trand was stunned.

"He's my silly lion." Little Egg smiled, holding a puppet lion in his hand and gestured "The little furball makes a grand curtain call".

Trand will always remember that smile.

That night, the two boys were supposed to have a history class together, but the countess suddenly fell ill again.

Little Egg wants to visit his mother, but the adults won't let him.Seeing that the young master was restless, the tutor canceled the class for that night.

Little Trander saw it all, and invited the young master to sneak away to visit the countess together.

"We won't be found, let's go."

"Trand...it's not okay. I can't see mother without permission..." Little Egg bowed his head, tears streaming down his face.

"It's okay, let's go quietly!"

"It's really not okay..."

Seeing the young master's moist gray-blue eyes, Trand's heart almost melted.

"Your family is really strange. The mother still needs permission to meet her son... Or is it like this in the noble family? Today she is sick, let's go and see, the adults will not blame us."

Little Egg shook his head desperately, holding Trander who was about to run away.

"If found out, my father will punish me."

"Don't be afraid, if the Earl finds out, just say it was my idea."

"No... In that case, my father will not allow me to continue raising Tland, and will take Tland away..."

Hearing what the young master said, Little Trand frowned.He could probably guess that the Earl had some shameful taste for blood... After all, there were always screams coming from the dungeon of Yi Ge's house, and the adults also warned the children not to get close to the dungeon.According to Trand's observation, the countess didn't care about this, or...the count and countess were indifferent to each other, and it was only because of a political marriage that they happened to live in the same castle.Moreover, the earl is not in the territory most of the time, either in the imperial capital or traveling around.

"Aristocratic family..."

The relationship between the countess and her son is even more wonderful.As far as Trand knew, the Countess only saw her son every day at the evening meal.In addition, Egg can only visit his mother three times a week, and the time is not fixed. Every time, the housekeeper will notify him before he can go.

It was even more strange when we met. Trander once secretly peeked at it once...the mother and son sat face to face, didn't say a word, didn't have any communication, only smiled occasionally.This nervous meeting lasts for about an hour, and the mother and child are considered to have "seen each other".

This Sybil family is too old and too neurotic, and there are many things that the young Trand cannot understand.

In the end, they decided not to see their mother tonight.

Later that day, the steward said the countess had stabilized.Little Egg breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still lacking energy, and called Trander to sleep early.

Since last winter, Little Trand has been given a great privilege: he can sleep in Master Egg's bed.The old nan didn't agree at all at first, but later she really couldn't hold back the young master, so she could only treat Trand as a little plush pet who was only allowed to go to bed.

"Hey, are you asleep, young master?" Little Trand lay thinking about something.

"No."

"Well...tomorrow... let's go to the horse race tomorrow. Don't you like watching knights race horses the most? It must be fun for us to play together, so you will regain your spirits, right?"

"No, Trand can't ride a horse."

"I will, I will ride tomorrow, you must go with me." Trander just wanted to try to make the depressed Egg happy.

"Sleep, furball." Egg rolled over to face his partner, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket.

"Well, good night, Emerald."

Little Trander sighed, and obediently lay down next to his little master, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Must go to the horse race tomorrow to make Master Egg happy.

This thought deeply troubled little Trander, and he ran through countless possibilities in his mind, thinking about how to make his partner smile again.

"What's so difficult about riding a horse? I can learn it tonight."

The boy made up his mind.

It was late at night, and Trand got up quietly, put on his clothes, sneaked out from the balcony, avoided the guards, and ran to the stable.The horse-keeper had gone to sleep, and the hut and the stable were dark except for the light of the moon.Little Trand slipped into the stable, and saw the horses sleeping standing up.

"Which horse should I choose to ride?"

Trander looked around, and suddenly saw Egg's little black horse.

"Just it."

The boy wiped his forehead hair back, rubbed his hands together, cheered himself up and boosted his spirits.He thought that tomorrow morning he could ride a little black horse and go looking for the young master majestically.Egg would be impressed with him then, and maybe give him a kiss.

"Wow, so I am so good?"

And maybe... Egg would be willing to share a horse with him, sit in front, and let him cuddle.

so good.

Little Trand suddenly woke up from his dream and shook his head desperately.

"What's so good about it? What's so good about riding a horse with a man! When I get rich in the future, I'll definitely be able to marry four wives, all of whom are beauties with big breasts."

Don't think about things that far away.Trende set a small goal for himself: learn to ride a horse in 5 minutes.

The little boy confidently opened the wooden door, and led the sleepy black pony out of the stable to an open short grass knoll.

"Come on, friends, the knight commander who kills the lion with his bare hands and has four beautiful wives—Trand Muawia is here!"

The little guy cheered and jumped onto the horse's back.

The little black horse suddenly woke up from the dream, was greatly frightened, screamed and began to jump back and forth and struggle violently——

Trander was also frightened, and when he stumbled, his foot didn't stand firmly...

"Ah ah--!"

Open your eyes, the moon lights up the bedroom.

Little Egg wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that the pillow next to him is empty, only the puppet lion sleeps there obediently under the quilt.

"Where's Trand?"

The young master sniffed it, and followed the scent to find Trand in a daze, forgetting to change out of the white lace nightgown.

Walk and walk, the boy was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep.He came to the grassy hill east of the castle, and was suddenly awakened by the scene in front of him...

"Eh!"

Against the silvery moonlight, Egg saw a strange shadow running and dancing on the outline of the grassy hill. It looked like a monster dancing in ecstasy!If you look closely, it is actually a person riding a horse.

"This smell..."

Little Egg ran over in a hurry, and as expected, it was Little Trander who was galloping all the way on the little black horse...

It is not accurate to say "riding".

Because it seemed that Little Trande didn't know how to ride a horse at all, but he just hugged the horse's neck tightly, clamped his feet tightly on the horse's belly, and tried his best not to let himself fall off.The saddles were all slipped aside, tinkling and rattling, and the reins were useless, fluttering in the wind like decorative ribbons.

"Ahhhhhh-!"

Little Trand yelled, as if trying to scare the pony into obedience.

And the little black horse was terribly frightened, neighing, and tried its best to be thrown off by the attacker on its back and kicked to death.

One by one, they were literally torturing each other, fighting each other.

Little Egg was dumbfounded.

"Trand, you... be careful! Grab the rein and pull it to stop it!"

When Trander heard Yi Ge's voice, he was screaming and struggling a second ago, but now he showed a very handsome look and blew a kiss at Yi Ge.

"Yi, Yi, Master Yige...! Look, I, I, I, am I super powerful, powerful!"

The pony took the opportunity to do a high-speed gyration and almost threw Trander off. Fortunately, the boy had sharp eyesight and grabbed the horse's mane so that he didn't fall off the horse's back and break his spine.

Egg is in a hurry!

"Don't talk, idiot, you will die if you bite your tongue!"

The young master ran over and tried to hold the rein, but the frightened pony no longer recognized its owner.Trand grabbed the mane and forcibly turned the horse's head, which prevented the horse's hooves from kicking Egg.

"Don't come here... I, I, I can do it! If I can't, I'll eat shit!"

"No, you will break your spine and be paralyzed for life!"

"Come on little bitch, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Little Trander frowned, and stuck to the horse's back like a piece of honey paste, no matter how violently it attacked or resisted, it would not let go.Little Egg was in a hurry, afraid that Tland would die, and for a moment even wanted to take out a knife and kill the mad horse.But the young master has nothing but this fluffy white lace nightgown, let alone a knife.

One person and one horse are deadlocked and wrestling.

Little Trande was knocked almost to death, and the little black horse was also strangled almost out of breath.The desperate struggle gradually turned into a farce, and then both sides were exhausted and panting until they compromised.

The little black horse gave up first.

It surrendered, no longer struggling and jumping, just walking slowly.Trand took the opportunity to grab the rein and gently comforted the pony's neck.Gradually, they changed from enemies to partners.Young Trand rode in style, and galloped round Egg triumphantly, as he himself often did.

"You silly lion..."

Egg was relieved, at least Trand would not be paralyzed for life.

Little Trander patted the pony comfortingly at last, and waited until the horse was completely tamed before turning over.

"Look, I've got it! I've got it! Praise me—!"

"Why are you in the middle of the night..."

"Hahaha, we can go to the horse race tomorrow, Egg, will you be happy? We can... woo..."

After taking two unsteady steps, Little Trand fell to his knees and vomited.The little black horse was also panting heavily, it was about to suffocate after being strangled by the boy.

Seeing the two little animals in such a mess, little Egg couldn't help laughing.

"You are fools."

Trander was so dizzy that he finally raised his head dizzily... Seeing the young master smile, he also laughed weakly.

"Great, you're happy."

"Stupid lion...ah, the hair is all dirty, go back and take a bath."

"Huh~"

"Fool."

Leading the exhausted pony back to the stable, the two children went back hand in hand.

The moonlight shines on the grassy hills, and the wind gently turns up the silvery white waves.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if everything had come to an end peacefully and there were only the two of them left in the world.