Myrul glanced at Eugene, hoping for a way out, but she simply tapped her sword, her expression leaving no room for negotiation. Swallowing his fear, he realized he had no choice.
"Better a slow death than an instant one," he muttered to himself, reluctantly signing the document. With that, he officially became the New King of Rebellion.
The moment the ink dried, the village erupted in celebration. Fireworks lit up the sky, each one representing the five continents: Wisdia, Kurtfea, Resurea, Terdceq, and Huerd. The message was clear—the Rebellion was declaring its intent to take on the entire world.
News spread like wildfire. Each continent received the information almost instantly, and the leaders of the five realms knew one thing for certain: the Rebellion was now their greatest threat.
After the intense events of the day, Myrul found himself at the waterfall, trying to clear his mind and figure out his next steps. "What do I do now? How do I even be a king? I don't have any power or experience," he thought, feeling the weight of his new role pressing down on him.
Not long after, the little girl he had shared coconut water with the previous day approached him, carrying another coconut. She handed it to him, her eyes filled with innocence and kindness. Myrul took the coconut and drank from it, then gestured for her to sit on his lap so he could feed her the water more easily.
The girl happily climbed onto his lap, and he held the coconut, carefully tipping it so she could drink.
"Ahhh," she sighed with a smile, clearly enjoying the moment with him.
He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face and asked, "Where's your family?"
She pointed toward the village, then made a gesture that Myrul couldn't quite understand.
"Are they... gone?" He asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
The girl nodded slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Myrul's heart ached for her. "I'm sorry," he said, pulling her into a gentle hug. "You're not alone anymore, okay? I'll make sure you're taken care of."
He felt a mix of guilt and helplessness, unsure of what to do next. Then, an idea struck him. "If I keep her as my daughter, she can stay in the hut with me. That way, Eugene won't try anything... scary," he thought, shuddering at the memory of Eugene's overwhelming strength and unpredictable behavior.
"That girl is terrifying. I need to stay as far away from her as possible," he muttered under his breath.
He turned to the little girl, who was still sitting on his lap, and smiled. "Hey, girl, what's your naaaaam... oh, crap, I forgot. Your name is something special, but I think I'll give you a new one," he said, trying to lighten the mood.
Gently, he lifted her up and asked, "How about you become my daughter? Would you like that?"
The girl's eyes sparkled with joy, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, from now on, you'll call me Papa, and I'll call you Emilia . How does that sound? Good, right?" Myrul said, grinning.
"Try calling me Papa now," he encouraged.
The girl tilted her head, then softly said, "Paa... paa."
"Dammmn, she's too cute! I can't handle it. My heart is too weak for all this,"
"Now, let's go for a swim! I'll show you how to swim," He taking off his shirt and jumping into the water. He submerged himself for a while, staying underwater longer than expected, which made Emilia, his newly adopted daughter, worry.
Suddenly, he popped back up, splashing water all over her. "Hahaha! Now you're all wet! Come on, join me!"
Emilia hesitated, dipping her toes into the water but quickly pulling them back because the water was too cold. Myrul laughed at her reaction.
"Come here, Emilia. Papa will take care of you in the water," he said, encouraging her.
Slowly, she stepped into the water, shivering as she made her way toward him.
"Haha, come here. Let Papa wash your hair. How long has it been since you last bathed? Your hair is all tangled—it won't look cute like this! Wait, I'll get the soapbrush. See this leaf? It can be used as soap, you know,"Myrul explained, showing her the leaf.
"Just put a little water on it, rub it a bit, and when the white foam comes out, we'll scrub it on your body. For now, let's use it on your hair, okay?"
He gently massaged the soapy foam into Emilia's hair, making sure to cover every strand. Once her hair was fully lathered, he rinsed it clean, making sure she was comfortable throughout the process.
"Now you look so beautiful," She suddenly became shy, covering her face with her hands.
"Ohh... ohh... why is my daughter so shy? Haha, you're so cute!" He teased, laughing warmly.
They finished their bath happily and headed back to the village to eat. However, Myrul was disappointed to see that the meal consisted only of fruits and vegetables. Meat was only available if the hunters had a successful day.
"I forgot that I'm probably the poorest king in history,"Myrul muttered to himself, picking up a tomato and some broccoli. He ate them raw, handing the tomato and some grapes to Emilia.
"Hah, Fckk—this village! Why don't they even raise chickens or something easy to take care of? Then we wouldn't have to wait for a hunt. These rebellion people are really suuupidd," Myrul grumbled, frustrated by the lack of basic resources.
"Should I teach them how to trap animals? That's basic hunting knowledge. And why are they eating carcasses? Animals that die naturally, not from a clean kill, are basically rotting meat. No wonder everyone here looks weak and malnourished. I should teach them this first. At least they need proper food to build their strength," Myrul thought, his mind racing with ideas.
"I ashould make a trap first," He turning to Emilia with a smile. "Emilia, do you want to do something fun? Let's follow Papa."
Emilia nodded eagerly, her tiny hand gripping Myrul's as they walked together.