Magical Boys Lost on Earth

Zadkiel Alamex of Kreg part two

Unlike in other kingdoms, the place where I lived could not be called a castle, not even a corner of that place was designed for battle. It is just a huddle of basic rooms for the more affluent, wealthy, and treasure rooms. Kreg did not favor the majority, only the wealthiest. Even if you were rich, you would have someone richer still giving you orders. The richest people in the country were taking orders from the king, and that includes me naturally. My personal savings include 360 Guinea, which is equivalent to 14,976 kilos of gold. 

The hallway carpets are red and the walls were made of carved wood halfway so that the ceiling and the rest of the walls were engraved in shades varying from navy blue to black like the Kreg flag. I went through corridors and more corridors just like each other with only other pictures on the wall or different pictures on the doors. My small legs are getting tired. An unfortunate maid hastily crosses my path, too late.

— Hey there, you seem to be free, take me to the king's room. — I say to the maid. Still, in doubt, she makes a half turn to better observe the situation. It looks like I got one of the stubborn ones.

— Unoccupied your majesty? You don't understand how many books I carry! And they won't do it alone! Your Highness always spreads them all over the castle! Because of that, I was charged with cleaning up your mess! And I'm lame! Have you noticed this fact? Lame! So don't complain and use these two functional legs you have yourself. — Snorting and hobbling the maid continues on his way. I need a new tactic. Luckily for me, another maid walks down the hall.

— Oh! My little legs! I crossed half of this huge castle just to know that I will have to return everything! How ruthless can the lords of our land be with someone as small as me? — Using public opinion always helps, no matter how humiliating it is, it usually works. My cute face also helps. Who refuses a cute and beautiful little child in need? The distracted woman, was now motionless in the middle of the corridor, fully attentive to my little staging. Without further ado, I continued to stage. — I only have a short path to the king's room, but I can't walk anymore! He will be so angry if I'm late! Oh! Humble chambermaid, would you help this little one to reach your king's room?

— at your disposal, Your Majesty. — Said the maid moved by my story. She lifts me over her shoulders and takes me to the King's room. Goal achieved.

— We arrived Your Majesty. — The maid announced while taking me off her shoulders and returning me to the floor.

— Thank you much for the help. I am in doubt with you, you can go back to your duties now. — I say still holding the act. It is always good to leave an undertaking on people, you never know how useful they will be. I couldn't take it any longer

— Your orders, Your Highness. — So the maid said goodbye and was hurrying back to the corridors.

I was left in front of a gigantic wooden door ornamented with gold. The door had a large iron handle.

The doorknob was higher than six feet above the floor. My current height is 98 centimeters. Even if I stretched my arms and stood on tiptoe, it would hardly cover the gap. It was stupid of me to have let the maid go without asking her to at least slam the door for me.

Fortunately, that last obstacle literally went out of my way by itself, when the heavy metal doors were opened by the royal guards themselves. On the other hand, this only paved the way for a giant golden hall with an even bigger obstacle.

— Another occasion! Slipping away from the lessons! What do you think this golden thing in your head means? Wait a moment, where is your diadem? Do you realize how expensive it is ?! — The old corpse decorated in jewels, literally from head to toe, spoke while his bodyguards watched my every movement as if I could cause some harm to his beloved old cheese bag. One moment, why don't I have personal bodyguards? Ha yeah, I wouldn't need them since I don't even have permission to wander around the castle. Anyway, I suppose I have bigger problems now.

— Are you hearing me? Don't you dare ignore me you petulant! This was my last warning. Guards. Take him to the punishment room right away. — Yes, they do have a punishment room and no, I was never there and I have no intention of visiting the place while I am alive.

— Would you consider me the favor of being able to speak up and alert you of a possible betrayal, your great Majesty? — I say now acting as the son concerned about the father. The guards stopped just a few inches from me with their swords ready waiting for the King's orders.

The King looks at me with his limp face and his greedy eyes, curious about a possible threat to his precious power.

— Betrayal? What does a baby your size understand about betrayal? — Exclaims the butcher of the weak and unfortunate.

— Even as a "baby" of Your Excellency Majesty, I still understand how suspicious a simple teacher would dare to speak to the heir to the throne about how majestic his daughter is. The man has even tried several times to get me to meet her. For this reason, I tend to "escape" from his room because there I will learn nothing more than the shape of his daughter's cheeks. I know that with your well-known vast intelligence, Your Majesty understands the complexity of the situation. — No, the teacher is single, has no daughter, and everything is just a bluff that I came up with on the way here. But it seems to have worked since our glorious King has an empty and confused look.

The king's selfishness made his authoritarian voice try to cover up his uncertainties in his reply.

— MMM … Of course, I understand. The rascal wants to finish me off and make you marry his daughter. To usurp my throne. I clearly knew that already. And I will take the right steps right now. Zadkiel Alamex, I will use you as my spy, come on and pretend you are falling for his game, and when he is about to strike you will let me know, and we will finally catch him. — Well, sometimes the plan goes so well that it goes wrong, but there is no lemon from which lemonade cannot be made.

— What are you waiting for? Go fast. The maid over there in the corner will show you the way. Guards. — And in a few seconds, a stunned maid and I are expelled from the hall by the guards.