Hail the King Vol.1 - Edited Version

Chapter 2: The Idiot became a Mad Man

Angela held on tight to the edge of the bed as worry filled her widened eyes.

[Poor Alexander, I hope the fall didn't damage his brain. Although he wasn't very bright before, at least he could talk.]

At that moment, a loud and arrogant voice echoed from beyond the doorway.

"Alexander! I heard you were injured." A grimace flickered across the girls faces as they turned towards the source of the sound. The voice drew the tone out, mocking in its expression of concern.

"Is everything alright?"

Fei looked up and noticed a well-dressed, chubby man had barged in the palace bedroom. An icy laugh sat on his crooked lips.

"Gill, what are you doing here?" Angela questioned coldly. There was chilling tension between the shady, obese newcomer and the beauty beside him.

It was clear they were not on good terms.

"Haha Angela, my angel, whatever do you mean? I heard my dear friend Alexander got injured and was worried. What's wrong with me coming by to check up on him?"

The fat noble casually walked up and sat on one side of the bed as if it was his own.

"Gill, what are you doing! How dare you sit on the bed of the King!" Emma exclaimed indignantly.

Gill glanced at Emma. Lust and malice flashed through his eyes. He licked his thick, sausage-like lips and retorted. "Shut up, you low class slave. Don't say anything that you'll regret." He then leisurely turned around and looked at Fei. His expression was not of someone showing empathy for an injured friend, but more like that of a hunter peering at his prey. Fei stared at Gill at the same time.

He felt the scorn, malice and sarcasm in Gill's eyes; Gill did not hide his feelings in the slightest.

Fei was confused. [Is this hideous meatball really Alexander's friend? His face has this many chins, yet he's brave enough to even show it to the King? Does he have a strong family background then?]

As Fei plunged in his thoughts, Gill started to squish Fei's face with his oily hands as if it was a toy. The action appeared so natural it seemed like Gill had done it thousands of times already.

"Alexander, looks like you are fine, haha. I am hosting important guests this afternoon, how about you come with me?" Gill smiled, but it sounded not like an invitation but a command.

He squished Fei's face again, then slapped it playfully. Gill loved this feeling — treating the King like a pet.

At the same time, he started thinking out loud about how it was impossible someone like Alexander could become the King. "He has a three-year old's intelligence at the age of seventeen, yet why do the gods love him so much they gave him the throne?"

While Gill enjoyed himself, something unexpected happened.

"Slap!"

Gill covered his stinging left cheek with his hand. A vivid red hand mark appeared on his cheek like paint flung onto an abstract painting. His expression carried the definition of astonishment.

Both Angela and Emma felt uncomfortable when Gill appeared, but the slap shocked them as well. They could barely believe what happened.

Alexander had always acted meek and cowardly. Consequently, he was repeatedly picked on by Gill due to his unwillingness to fight back.

[He smacked Gills face! Did that actually just happen?] Although it was disconcerting, they were thrilled. They had tolerated Gill for too long.

"How how dare you!"