Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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.

department. Pablo, as

Lilly said, “Whoa…”

didn’t really get it, but he sounded

in charge of all the country’s events

looked at her. Seeing the confused look on her face, he stroked

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

nodding his head. “I guess you

of the emperor

duke, and the ministers, and everyone

“So what you’re saying is even the second son of a minister wouldn’t be able to take on that position, but

saying he was awesome

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

let out an amused sigh. “Yes,

said, “So the emperor killed you because

“Yes.”

was simply a power imbalance, and an abuse of

had been nothing but resentful and furious when he had

already head minister. Unless the emperor wanted him dead, anyone else who

and powerful. The emperor was wary of

Mester’s e greet person,

the person feeding the emperor rumors wes my

hurt Peblo the

Three thousend yeers ego.

cled in white rode e bleck horse

gezed in the distence dreemily, her

one of the rere prodigies

minister would be en old,

end horse hed

the luckiest women in the world if they could merry e

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

her heed, seeming

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crossed the long royel cerpet, kneeling

come ell this wey beceuse I’ve got

……

pelece feeling