Chapter 73.3

The only person who had been preoccupied with this matter was Peter, the commander of the cavalry army.

Three days later, Peter, who had just departed from the medical officer's office, followed Mio to the inner courtyard to visit the unresponsive emperor.

It happened that Kevin was lounging on the armrest beside the emperor's bed, lazily turning the pages of a book. He looked up as Peter entered the room, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Light, the God of Light," Peter stammered.

Mio, who was standing next to him, was taken aback.

Kevin looked up at him and laughed, "Are you talking in your sleep or nonsense?"

Mi Ao, who was standing next to him, was visibly taken aback by Peter's outburst. He had never seen Peter behave in such a manner before.

Kevin looked up at him and laughed, "Are you talking in your sleep or nonsense?"

Mi Ao was about to reply when Peter interrupted him. "I saw it with my own eyes!" he said.

Mi Ao chuckled dryly and explained, "From the moment he awoke, he maintained that he had seen the God of Light, and that you were the God of Light, for how else could you have awoken after lying dormant for so long? To be honest, when you first awoke, I nearly believed him."

Kevin snorted in disbelief. "Have you ever seen the God of Light lying in a coffin, powerless to even restrain a chicken? If I were the God of Light, would I still be sitting here? The sky is aglow and hot with the morning sun."

His words were met with silence. Mi Ao and Peter were both speechless. They had never seen Kevin so flustered before.

Mio cleared his throat. "Well, I'm sure there's a rational explanation for what he saw," he said.

Kevin opened his eyes and spoke in a nonchalant manner, "To be honest, bring your own light source. From now on, there will be two suns in the sky, one during the day and one at night.

"If they do not light up, you will not need money." He turned the pages of the book in his hand as he spoke, looking quite content and at ease.

The old butler, Ian, who had just entered the room, nearly choked on his own saliva upon hearing Kevin's words.

Peter's memory was already vague, but Kevin's words had disturbed him greatly. He could not help but doubt his own recollection. Perhaps he had really been dreaming... After all, how could the God of Light be like this?

As a result, the dream that "Kevin is the God of Light," which no one believed, was never mentioned again, and the story was completely overturned.

Peter had always imagined the God of Light to be a majestic and awe-inspiring figure. He had never imagined that the God of Light could be so... ordinary. So... human.

Peter shook his head in confusion. He did not know what to think. Was he really dreaming? Or was Kevin really the God of Light?

The dream that Kevin was the God of Light, a story that no one believed, was ultimately forgotten. The story was completely overturned, and no one ever spoke of it again.

Kevin had originally intended to live in the Bronze Army barracks next door as usual, but Sinia clung to him and refused to let him go.

The old butler Ian, instead of stopping them, helped them, using the excuse of "it will be more convenient to take care of you" to keep them together in the bedroom that Oswald had arranged for him before.

Kevin was somewhat taken aback by this turn of events. He had not expected Sinia to be so attached to him, and he was not sure how to feel about it. In the end, Kevin decided to let Sinia stay with him.

When Ian led him to the dormitory, the Commander felt a myriad of emotions. He propped himself against the door frame and said, "The last time I lived here, I was still chained by His Majesty."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of narrative. The Commander's eyes were distant, as if he were lost in thought.

Ian stood silently.

Seeing the old housekeeper's embarrassment, Kevin waved his hands and said, "I do not mean to cause you any distress. I simply find it amusing to reflect upon the past."

Ian's expression was one of confusion. "..."

Kevin had only meant to say that the events of the past now seemed like a dream, and it was strange to suddenly recall them. However, his words had been poorly chosen, and they could easily be misconstrued.

With just two sentences, Kevin Fassbender, who was especially good at chatting, managed to charm the strict and conservative old housekeeper.

Kevin's life in the Hanging Palace was very idle, which suited him well after years of hardship. However, he rarely walked around the inner courtyard, and most of the time he would only go back and forth between his dormitory and Oswald's dormitory, a monotonous and boring route.

In the past, Kevin would have been tired of such a routine, but at this moment, his patience was surprisingly good.

For a day or two, Kevin was extremely calm.

A week had passed, and Kevin waited patiently for Oswald to wake up, calmly flipping through a book. But after half a month with no signs of Oswald waking up, Kevin grew restless. He couldn't help but wonder if the effects of Mirror Island hadn't reached Oswald. However, he quickly dismissed the thought, refusing to entertain the possibility.

Emperor Oswald's skin had become even paler, his lips devoid of color. Kevin furrowed his brow, his fingers squeezing tightly. The touch of Oswald's skin felt unnaturally cold, far colder than that of a living person.

Once a person entertained a doubt, it would resurface despite their attempts to suppress it. It crept into their thoughts like moss growing in the cracks of a stone, difficult to guard against.