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ChinaXReader Little Thief Part 8

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Alaric Bielshmidt was a difficult person to explain. He was a good man. That was for certain. He loved his sons, and he had a kind heart.

However, he still managed to be one of the scariest people you’d ever met.

The man in question was taller than even Ludwig, and he towered over you and the emperor, glaring down at you with his pale eyes.

“Why didn’t you come sooner?” Alaric asked in his low voice, completely ignoring the ruler of China that stood in his foyer. “We thought you were dead.”

You shifted nervously and tried to think of something that would save you.

“W-well, let’s see, umm… You know, it’s a funny story. I was, well… stealing.” You choked off at Alaric’s intense glare. “J-just hear me out, okay? And I got a little, um, caught up. Get it? Caught up? Ehehe… Because I got, you know, caught.”

Alaric looked like he was about to do something drastic, so you tried to distract him and save yourself.

“Alaric, this is the emperor of China, Wang Yao!” You spat out as fast as possible.

Alaric opened his mouth then shut it again. He looked between the two of you, and his lips twisted in a funny way, almost like he was trying not to-

The Germanic man started laughing. He bent over and placed his hands on his knees and laughed until he was gasping for breath.

“What… no. Stop it.” You said dejectedly. “It’s not funny.”

Yao looked between you and Alaric curiously. “Um, is this normal, aru?”

“No, emperor, it’s not. These are horribly abnormal people.” You said, glaring at the three men.

Alaric reached out and patted your head while you frowned all the while. “So, you tried to steal from the emperor of China, got caught, and now you’re at my house, for some reason with the emperor. That’s a story I’d like to hear.”
He turned to Yao and smiled, giving a small, respectful bow. “You are very welcome in my home, emperor Wang. And I hope this one hasn’t been too much trouble.” He said, giving you a knowing look.

Yao smiled. “Thank you. You’re hospitality is much appreciated. I believe we have much to discuss.”

Alaric nodded, looking over the emperor’s dirty, torn clothing. “Yes, it seems we do.” He looked to his sons expectantly. When they did nothing, he grabbed them by their hair and jerked their heads downwards in unceremonious bows.

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You were all seated at the table, a long, polished piece of oak with ornate designs carved into the sides and legs.

Alaric was wealthy, not royalty wealthy or off-with-his-head wealthy, but he had servants, titles, and land. That meant a full course meal for you and your companion.

Yao had explained the rebellion to the extent of his own knowledge. Alaric crossed his arms and contemplated what could be done.

“It’s unlikely that the guardsmen have very much support.” Gilbert said.

Ludwig nodded. “It sounds like their plan hinged on your assassination.” He said, looking at Yao.

Alaric stayed silent and considered the information. “This is very serious. I hold influence over the outer provinces. If you need men, we can get them. Nobody would deny that this treason of the highest degree, so your claim to throne still stands, of course.”

You, meanwhile, were stuffing your face with bread and venison. This was real food, right here. Not the peacock and pastries they served at the kingdom.

Alaric gave you a sideways look, silently asking for your input. You swallowed hard and thought about what might be helpful.

“There is one thing we should keep in mind.” You started, and the four men turned to you. “The war with the North.”

Alaric’s eyes widened. “Ivan is marching south.” He whispered in realization.

You shook your head and gave a biter laugh. “He always said he would, and we know better than to doubt what he’s capable of.”

Ludwig gave you a sympathetic look and grasped your hand under the table.

Gilbert groaned at your bad luck. “Well, ze guardsmen really couldn’t have picked a worse time to rebel. A war from within the Kingdom and without? Zat’s going to be hard to manage.”

Alaric frowned, struck by a sudden thought. “What if the guardsmen plan on striking a deal with him?”


You groaned and placed your head in your hands. “That would explain it. The guardsmen get an easy way to claim the Kingdom, and Ivan, more than likely, will get a piece of the south.” You sighed. “Once he finds out I’m alive, he’ll kill me.”

You felt Ludwig’s grip tighten on your hand under the table. “We won’t let zat happen.”

“Wait, aru.” Yao said in surprise. “You know Ivan the Cruel, the King of the North? The same man we are at war with?”

You bit your lip and looked to the emperor. “He’s my brother.”
Boom.

Watermelon, out.
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...... *impacted*.....I will wait for the next chapter, but I will not be able to sleep 7u7 *pd: you're awesome x3*