Chapter 74.2

The butler hesitated, but he knew that the Light God was not to be trifled with. "Very well," he said. "I'll get you what you need."

Kevin's eyes twinkled with mischief as he addressed the dog-man, who was laying on the bed.

"Your Majesty," he said, "you really should be eating chowder. I'll even condescend to help you hold the funnel so that it doesn't hit your face. After all, you only have one face to see from all over your body."

The dog-man snorted. "I am not a child," he said. "I can feed myself."

Kevin smiled triumphantly. "Excellent," he said. "Ian will go fetch the chowder."

The old butler was speechless. He could not believe that the God of Light was now treating the emperor like a dog. He had never seen anything like it before.

He shook his head and turned to leave. He knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Kevin.

As he walked away, he could not help but think about the emperor's fate. He had been a powerful and respected ruler, but now he was reduced to being fed like a dog.

It was a sad and ignominious end for a once-great man.

As soon as the old butler, Ian, disappeared from the doorway, Oswald sat up in bed without hesitation. Kevin, who had been standing by, showed a glimmer of conscience and propped up the emperor with a pillow.

Oswald leaned against the headboard and twisted his wrist.

He glanced at Kevin and said casually, "To be honest, I don't have much strength in my hands. I can barely support the bed, let alone restrain a big man. So, dear His Highness the God of Light, how did I use this strength to force you to let me kiss you for so long?"

Kevin's expression did not change. He simply looked at Oswald and said, "I don't know."

Kevin sat in the chair, his elbows resting on the armrests and his long legs crossed. He looked elegant and lazy, but there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

He raised his chin at Oswald and said, "That's enough. Don't get cocky now that you're winning. You're all talk, just like when you fell into the sea before."

The incident of falling into the sea was one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to Oswald. In the past, he would have been furious if someone had brought it up.

He would have defended himself with a straight face and a raised chin.

But not now. Oswald was in a good mood. He was feeling playful and mischievous. He was ready to Kevin's provocations at will.

He smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I'll remind you of your embarrassing past?"

The pleasure of finding that the person you like is responding to you through some details is enough to make provocation seem like nothing.

Oswald kneaded his hands for a while, and they gradually turned a little bloody.

He did not show any worried expression when he asked, "How's it going outside now?" He knew that if it was still stormy outside, Kevin would not be able to sit by the bed so calmly and play tricks with him.

Kevin spoke casually, "The recovery seems to be quite fast. The market is very lively. According to Mi Ao, the streets and alleys are full of people gossiping about palace affairs.

"They should be doing well, but the number of soldiers in bandages and crutches in the legion is a bit too much. Let them take a long vacation and be lazy for a while."

He glanced at Oswald and said in a leisurely manner, "You, the emperor, have done a good job. The land area has been doubled directly. It's a great deal."

Oswald gave him an annoyed look and pointed to himself, "Is it just me being paralyzed in bed?"

Kevin laughed.

"I heard you say that I fell asleep for a long time?" Oswald asked.

Kevin replied, "A month and a half, less than two months."

Oswald frowned, "So long?"

Kevin tapped his fingers on his knees, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's not too long," he said. "A month and a half. Under the current weather, people are just beginning to rot."

Oswald's eyes widened in shock. "You're joking, right?" he asked.

Kevin shrugged. "Not at all," he said. "It's just a fact of life. People die. And when they do, they rot."

Oswald was silent for a moment, his mind reeling.

He had never thought about death in this way before. He had always assumed that it was something that happened to other people, not to him.

But now, Kevin's words had made him realize that death was a very real possibility.

"Can you say something human?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Kevin smiled. "There are no words," he said. "But there is one life."

"I mean that you only have one life," Kevin said. "And you should make the most of it. Don't waste it worrying about death. Just live."

Oswald subconsciously wanted to stop him, but then he remembered that he was speaking to the God of Light. It would be too shameless to say such things in front of him.

At that moment, he finally understood why Kevin had the air of "I am not afraid of the sky falling, what is the emperor to me?"

Why had the majestic god been restrained by imperial power? It was ridiculous.

The emperor stared at him silently for a while, sizing him up. He was quietly considering how to treat Kevin in the future, lest he continue to speak so poorly.

Oswald knew that he had to tread carefully with this one. Kevin was not like the other, who were quick to fawn and flatter. Kevin was blunt and outspoken, and he didn't seem to care who he offended.

As he pondered this question, Oswald realized that he had long since discarded the admiration and reverence he had felt for the God of Light, Phae, in his childhood and youth.