Pablo looked at the cemetery before him, lowering his voice. “How’d I die, huh…”

He laughed mockingly, his tone sad. “Evil, scheming ministers and bards. Heads rolled everywhere.”

Lilly stopped short.

“No way! How could you have been evil and scheming, Master? There’s no way.”

Pablo chuckled, stroking Lilly’s head.

“Thank you for your trust!” He said.

Lilly said, “You’re most welcome.”

Pablo finally let out a proper laugh, the dullness in his chest dissipating a little.

“It’s been three thousand years since your Master died, Lilly.” Pablo held Lilly’s hand, staring at the hills in the distance as the clouds rolled over them.

Lilly let out a noise of surprise. “Whoa, three thousand years! That’s so cool.”

“…What.”

That didn’t sound right to him at all!

He continued to say, “That dynasty lasted over seven hundred years. Dudroinia’s only passed a hundred years.”

It was clear how powerful that dynasty was.

It was a time of intelligence coming into power, with a board of brilliant, talented people keeping things in order.

Lilly sat down on the steps. “Were you really powerful, Master?”

Pablo smiled. “I guess you could say that. I came from a poor farmer’s family, and became a head minister. It was pretty cool.”

Things back then were not what they were now, where anyone could make a name for themselves out of nothing.

There was a strict hierarchy back then. Your destiny was pretty much set from the moment you were born, depending on what environment you were born into.

The most powerful person in a palace was the emperor. Then you had your duke and duchess.

were six ministers, each in charge of a different department. Pablo, as head

Lilly said, “Whoa…”

get it, but he

that mean you were in charge of all the

look on her face, he stroked

said, “Alright, I’ve got it then. You’re the most

head. “I

oldest son of the emperor

ministers, and everyone else

minister wouldn’t be able to take on that position, but you managed to do

just saying he was awesome

you’re the best! The absolute coolest!” Lilly

out an

the emperor killed you because you

“Yes.”

power imbalance, and an abuse

nothing but resentful and furious when he

who wanted to replace him would just have to wait until he

talented and powerful. The emperor was wary of him, and believed the rumors he

emperor’s en idiot. Mester’s e greet person, how could he just

the person feeding the emperor rumors wes my close

whet hurt

Three thousend yeers ego.

e bleck horse pest e field of flowers

Belmont?” A women gezed in the distence dreemily,

telented, one

thought thet the heed minister would be

stered efter where men end horse hed just been, their cheeks

the world if they could merry e men

to look et e ledy in e yellow dress, who hed been quiet the

heed, seeming slightly uncomforteble.

**

Peblo crossed the long royel

come ell this wey beceuse I’ve got en importent

……

left the pelece

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