Only God
Chapter 71 - 65 Yarlessto’s Nightmare_3

Chapter 71: Chapter 65 Yarlessto’s Nightmare_3

Until the Temple of the Gods was erected.

After the Giant Dragon died, the slaves’ rebellion was suppressed.

Thousands of slaves, including Dertulian and Antion, were captured by the King’s army and brought back to the Royal City.

This should have been cause for a grand celebration, yet King Yaresto, who had led the soldiers to quell the rebellion and slay the Giant Dragon, fell into a comatose state with severe injuries.

In the chambers, the Priests were at a loss for what to do regarding King Yaresto’s wounds. Although they spent their days in the Pattern Garden discussing the laws of the world, thus being proficient in medicine, primitive medical knowledge still proved powerless against countless afflictions.

King Yaresto’s Queen and children spent their days weeping outside his chamber.

The Priests informed the Queen of Yaresto’s dire condition, and while their words were gentle, they revealed a harsh truth—unless King Yaresto pulled through on his own, they could only rely on divine intervention.

A Wise King praised by the people, a great Monarch lauded by the Nobles, was so helpless in the face of death.

The strong-willed Queen dried her tears and began to care day and night for the comatose King.

Every morning, she stroked Yaresto’s forehead, changed his clothes, and fed the comatose King water and barley porridge.

The Queen hoped he would wake up soon and not fall into a comatose nightmare.

Finally, perhaps touched by her actions, one day King Yaresto’s eyelids flickered.

The Queen caught this slight change and tears streamed from her eyes.

However, King Yaresto had not yet awakened.

The King plunged into a nightmare.

Everything in the dream was so real...

Yaresto found himself standing atop the palace.

In his hands, he held a Bone Knife, its blade covered in blood.

Yaresto looked at the Bone Knife in confusion—wasn’t he battling the Giant Dragon?

Why was he here?

Yaresto looked down and saw the long staircase of the palace, and then, he heard a sobbing sound.

Turning his head, Yaresto looked toward the source of the sound.

It was the Sapo King, clutching his pierced throat and falling backward.

Yaresto watched this scene in shock.

This was the day he and his father returned to the Logos Kingdom...

The Sapo King fell heavily to the ground.

Yaresto was about to turn back to look at his father.

Suddenly, the sound of cracking echoed, akin to the noise of bones rubbing against each other.

Yaresto’s eyes widened as the Sapo King’s muscles in the dream twisted, and he forced himself up from the ground.

A dark, chaos-like substance sealed the hole in the Sapo King’s throat.

"I curse you, my brother!"

The Sapo King’s eyes filled with darkness and blood, word by word he recited an ancient Curse:

"I call upon my God with my voice, your two children, Yaresto and Dertulian, will fight each other, vie for the throne, find honor in shaming each other, meet with swords, shed blood, one sits on the throne, the other deludes with usurpation, not a trace of mercy in their eyes for each other!"

"I curse you, I call upon my God, and my God shall answer the curse!"

Yaresto looked at the Sapo King in disbelief, his large frame casting a fearsome shadow.

He knew all he saw was a dream, yet he could not fend off the fear sweeping through his mind.

"I curse you, son of Al!"

"My God shall curse you, curse your Kingdom, curse your brother."

"You shall fight with Dertulian, meet him with swords, and you must die by your brother’s hand. You shall be blinded by desire, and you will not die well, for my God has granted my curse."

Yaresto stepped back, the Curse of the Sapo King stirring fear in his heart.

Then, a dark chaos mist enveloped the Sapo King’s cheeks, that face transformed, and after the darkness dispersed, it turned into Dertulian’s face!

"My brother Yaresto."

"Dertulian!"

Yaresto incredulously watched the brother in the dream, whose eyes contained not a shred of kinship, only greed, darkness, and hatred.

It’s just a dream! It’s just a dream!

Yaresto kept telling himself, but the more he did, the more panic he felt.

Dertulian walked toward Yaresto.

Yaresto gripped the Bone Knife in his hand.

Dertulian walked past him, without a moment’s pause.

Yaresto watched him, seeing his brother stepping towards the King’s Throne.

Immense fear overtook Yaresto.

Yaresto watched him approach the King’s Throne one step at a time, his hold on the Bone Knife tightening.

His brother was about to lay claim to the throne that belonged to himself.

At last, until Dertulian reached the great palace doors,

Yaresto rushed forward.

The Bone Knife in his hand stabbed towards Dertulian’s back.

At this critical moment,

King Yaresto woke from the nightmare.

He had pulled through from the brink of death.