The massive ship left the bay, stirring up a thousand waves. The sirens that had sunk to the bottom of the sea followed suit. The people rushing from Carmel breathed a sigh of relief: "We were so scared. Fortunately, they were just passing by."
With the protection of the sirens along the way, the elves quickly returned to the Snow Country.
The elves cheered, but soon they found that the sea monsters had no intention of leaving and naturally stayed in the Snow Country. The elves: "..."
Looking at the expressionless new king, he immediately stopped.
Roslan looked at the huge sacred tree with countless birds circling on its branches. He turned his gaze slightly and fell on the spire planted with roses. The elves followed his gaze and looked over there, their hearts paused. That was His Highness's bedroom.
Jocelyn walked over and the maid followed immediately.
The wooden door opened, and a faint fragrance wafted into the air. The brand new bedding and the wooden floor were shiny, and golden sunlight poured in from the half-open window, filling the room with light.
Ruoslan stood at the door, walked slowly to the bed and sat down, stroking the quilt gently.
There were a few red roses in a glass vase on the bedside, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight. Ruoslan narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly raised his hand and knocked it down. With a loud bang, the glass shattered into pieces on the ground.
The maid at the door shuddered and quickly lowered her head.
Ruoslan stood up, his soft-soled shoes stepping over the broken glass, and strode out of the bedroom and headed straight for the underground prison: "Where is the person?"
The guard hesitated: "Grand Prince..."
The Great Elder slapped the guard's helmet crookedly and said, "It's the King! Hurry up and go!"
Without a word, the guard opened the prison where the Elf King and Queen were. Seeing Jocelyn, the Elf King was furious: "Jocelyn, how dare you come back!"
Jocelyn glanced at him calmly, then looked at the queen and Philip in the corner: "Bring them to the square."
This time no one objected, and the three were dragged directly to the square. The Elf King was treated slightly better, while the Queen and Philip staggered in front of all the elves.
At this time, the city was silent, and everyone gathered in the square and looked up at the platform.
"What does Jocelyn want to do?"
"You're crazy, that's the king!"
"Bah, he is a despicable and shameless degenerate."
However, there were many burly sirens standing in the square at that moment, and everyone dared not speak out despite their anger.
Although they recognized Joslan as their king under the coercion of the sea monster, they did not really surrender. In their hearts, Joslan was still the sinner who was expelled by his tribe.
On the high platform, Jocelyn held his dagger against the woman's face and smiled gently, "How do you feel now?"
The queen, who usually seemed so high and mighty, was now terrified. Her pupils dilated, her beautiful face twisted, and her body trembled like a sieve. "You, you can't kill me. I'm your mother!"
"Mother?"
Ruoslan laughed out loud, doubled over with laughter, and tears came out of his eyes: "Mother?"
suddenly,
He frowned and slashed the woman's face with a knife: "You are worthy!"
"ah!"
"Ah! My face!"
Amid the screams of the woman and the crowd, Joslan spoke calmly, yet managed to suppress all the noise: "You are nothing but a shameless woman who had an affair with her own brother and gave birth to an illegitimate child. Are you worthy of being called a mother?"
"Ah, shut up! Don't say it, don't say it!" the woman screamed.
This bastard, how dare he, how dare he!
The queen's eyes flashed with vicious and crazy hatred. If she had known earlier, she should have strangled him to death when he was born.
Even when threatened by the mermaid, the queen was not afraid. But at this moment, when her own son was pointing a sword at her, the queen felt hatred and fear. He really wanted to kill her.
Who is that siren? Who would believe what she says?
Only Jocelyn...
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