——>The First<<
>There is always an encounter , The boy brushed past the girl , Though that would no longer intersect , But Accompanied in the end .<<
Like hanging in Building blocks city Teruel , Salaman just like walking into the Fairytale Castle , but he is in King City .
Nobody care if he could encounter the one he might fall in love with , Nobody care if he might drink off Witch Poison .
Tardily walking in the corridor , The hands touching the wall , glorious words show a solemn silence that Salaman never experienced .
So the hope be in flower , he is looking forward to meeting the Prince of the Devils .
So the surprise be in flower , the scar which is deep in the heart .
Till now , Salaman could still repeated tracing the Prince of the Devils’s looks , The outline of facial ministry, And the gentle eyes . That’s a kind of lights which a orphan and exchanger have never seen before .
“Your name . ” a soft voice .
This is the Prince of the Devils’s statements , But is also a absolute command .
Salaman doesn’t think it is a command , just like a concern from an old friend .
But the two never met each other before , today is the time they first meet .

——>The Second<<
>There is always a kind of years , Not magnificent and victorious , But deep in the heart .<<
He forget how long without nightmare .
The young Salaman lying on Phoo’s thigh , the blue hairs down the face , It’s very urticant , But he will never say it .
Maybe the Prince of the Devils dislikes reminiscence , But Salaman , a human , likes recollecting everything he did with Phoo .
Mnemosyne , You are the Titan who is in charge of memory .
Let my soul exchanges for the memory of this life won’t drift with the wind , Please ?
Phoo always says to Salaman , “There is no god or Titan . ”
And then ,she may takes his hands , and tells him not to think anything and take a long walk near the King City Wall .
Salaman knows , god is there , but he never tells Phoo .
Salaman knows , There is a palace belongs to the Prince of the Devils which is still closed , and a throne in it .
But since he met Phoo , He has never seen an Asmodians open the Palace golden gates , and then he devoutly kneel down , never look straight into the King sitting on the throne .
Perhaps this is the way Phoo shows her kindheartedness , she never presumingly command of others .
Will there be a day that the gate will be opened again ?
He shivers when he thinks about this , that’s just a fantasy , but the cold Phoo in the fantasy was the one Salaman didn’t want to face .
He shakes his head hard , and then catches up with Phoo .
But he really want to see the girl sat high on the throne , He would like to see the whole of Phoo .

——>The Third<<
>There is always an idea , I’m sure I don’t care about it , but I am shocked when it comes true . <<
“Daa….Daa…”
The girl holding the Queen is thinking about how to do next while a worried face showing on the red hair boy’s face .
The girl steals to smile , then she puts the pieces on the black grid .
“You lose , Salaman .”
“Back rank mate ……Phoo , The game I always lose to you . ”
Salaman has never won in the chess on Phoo , but it didn’t mean that he didn’t good at it , in fact he even won Carlin Engweil who was required to play chess .
But he rarely concentrated on playing it when Phoo sat in front of him , What a magic girl he thought .
“You didn’t stay focused , Salaman .”
“My apologies ……”
“No, and we forget this .”
Long time of silence .
“You have never been to my Palace ,have you ?”
Suddenly ,the buried in his inmost secret is germinate , likes a flowering Common Primrose .
“There is going to be a trial that I give to culprit , will you go with me ?”
“My pleasure ！” He answered immediately .
“Will you forgive them , Phoo ? ”
He tightly embraces to her , standing by her back .
“I won’t .” A unshaken voice , Salaman has already know she would answer like that , but a little sadness goes into his heart .
Who care , who doesn’t know why ?
Do not know why it is so.

——>The Fifth<<
>There is always a transition , You could open your hands easily through you have ever hold them , and the afterheat was killed by cold .<<
The flames of war raged across the land , the droopy trees have been bury into the charry soil by the flames of war .
She sat rigidly on the throne , The thick robe pressure in her body , and it see***ike her bone will be broken .
There are jewelry inlaying the golden crown , The most brilliant ruby reflexes the light on the wall which is cold and white .
Phoo’s right hand gently strokes the crown , There is still a human’s temperature on it .
Her crown was the one Salaman wear for her , her Palace gates was those Salaman close for her , too .
Phoo eyes the gloomy corridor , till the destination was eaten by darkness , and the Palace gates won’t alive .
Phoo smiles to herself , she remains of the moment she was wear the crown , she saw Salaman had a serious expression which she had never seen .
But a sadness was flowering , Next moment , The boy chose to fight for human , He standed by her opposite , would fight till he dead .
She gently jumps to the ground ,The robe is too heavy for her ,what’s more , there is not Salaman’s recollection , Because of the robe was which she put for herself .
Then she simply takes the robe off , leaving the crown in the darkness and twinkles by itself .
She found the chess that she played with Salaman in the lounge , she picked up the King , then she put it down .
She picked up the Queen .
“That’s wrong …” She put it down , too .
The storm put aside for me , for me , The cold wind clambering into Phoo’s crus .
She put the double pieces away in silence .
Be sure to ask Salaman the next time .
Now , She is the King or the Queen ?

——>The Sixth<<
>There is always a situation , Just like a Find Match and like a world without living ,Is going to be a dilemma .<<
Phoo reminded of the day she sat on the throne for the first time , Salaman hold her hands then standed in the gloomy corridor .
“You are crying , Salaman .”
The girl didn’t know how to say something euphemistically , She lacked emotional and she could just say the fact .
The boy didn’t know how to hidden emotions , He nodded , but he was in darkness , Phoo couldn’t see his action .
“You surely know that it’s no use to cry , what’s more , I don’t think you have any problems .”
He stood in situ , Phoo past him , standing in front of him , And then wiped away his tears .
“I do not know .”
“But I don’t want you to sit on the throne or open the gates of Palace .”
She rememebered that she smiled to him without a word .
Salaman also remembered that Phoo didn’t promise anything .
“Master , Human’s population is much bigger than Asmodians .”
Anger knelt on the ground , he didn’t see Phoo’s face , As a knight , his good edication told him that he had no right to look up .
“And this is the excuse for defeat ？”
Phoo put the robe up again , it got more and more heavy , she could rarely breathe .
“Listen to me , Mico , You are the most loyal knights of mine .”
“But loyalty isn’t anything , I don’t need a JERK .”
Anger didn’t know the girl in front of him , but he chose to surrender .
Since Salamander·Fire left , his master has changed .
And since sage left King City ,he has changed him a lot , All this , Humen didn’t know ,either .
“The population of Human is bigger than Asmodians , but this is not the excuse for us conceitedness .”
A dignified and calm man , this is the new Salaman that Millie has never seen before .
“We will not hold the balance of the war if we just depend on the Queen Country’s elite mages , We should make us power up .” He stopped talking , eyed Millie “You have to work harder because you are the sages who have ever been to King City .”
He shook hands to let others out , then he stand in the meeting room alone .
“It is not your duty to protect Asmodians’ Kingdom ……You must remember your own identity .”
The last sentence was said to himself ,but he couldn’t remember it or accept it .
“My Kingdom ……”

——>The Seventh<<
>There is always a regional , She is it’s King , She is his Queen , He had nothing before .<<
The Prince of the Devils holding the pieces alone in the slender castle , just like the spirit of the fairy tale .
The pillars around her with rare gems , All of this is so brilliant that like the fond dream .
She heard the foodsteps from the gloomy corridor .
Familiar , familiar foodsteps , that could exorcise the dark voices , She pretends not to hear it .
“In Passing .” She picks up the Knight and knocks down the white pieces .
“Blockade ……No , maybe Distraction .” She moves the Queen gently to the corner .
Salaman stroked the cold frame with his hands , he wants to open it up , but he can’t .
“You chose human after all , Salamander·Fire .” Phoo holds the pieces then she hits it in the board , the noise is too strange .
“You have no reason to come here .” She eyes the solemn gates in the end .
“I do not deny that .”
He finally opened the gates .
Then he walks to his lover .
“Are you playing chess alone , Lady ?”
“Obviously. ”
“Nice layout , Is this ‘Decoy’ ? ” Salaman picks up the white King .
“But if you Decoy , you need ‘Sacrifice ’, It doesn’t like you style of action .”
“If you want to catch the trophy , you have to abandon something you do not need at all .” Phoo picks up the other King .
“ ‘Luft’ ? ”
“No .” He knows what Phoo means , He puts the King back on board .
A blooming smile on Phoo’s face , she pushes the pieces on the board .
“Checkmate .”

——>Afterward<<
Language may have magic power ,
The little mermaid could not speak , but if she could ,
she might say something about the love to the Prince .
She knew she would get pain ,
She also knew the Prince was not familiar with the language which she spoke .
The red sage knew , His codewords would touch the Prince of the devils’ heart .
He just touched one knee to the ground and kissed her hand ,
He just burgered the oath in heart .
He said to her ,
“You are my kingdom ,”
“If I do not fight for you ,”
“Who will ?”
Then he could take her away from the World ,
He could also take her to survive .
She knew what she should do ,
She should go with him ,
Hold a grand EXILE .

END.

——>My Kingdom<<
原作 Game丶游戏
——>序言<<
斑斓的泪，落在士兵的盔甲上；
第一步棋，你停留在黑色的长廊，
斑驳的血，洒在棋盘的格子上；
下一步棋，你仰躺在逝去的权位，
我想起那些简单、温暖、灼热的笑，
那些只属于你的王国的珍宝，
你睡在流光溢彩的星河里，
对着你的王国微笑。

——>第一<<
>总有那么一种相遇，男孩和女孩擦肩而过，自以为不会再有交集，却意外地殊途同归。<<
像是积木城池特鲁埃尔一样，沙拉曼步入王城，就似是走进了童话中的城堡。
谁在意是否会偶遇心爱的公主，谁在乎是否会误饮下巫婆的毒药。
慢慢地走在长廊里，手抚过的墙壁上，辉煌的文字刻下的纹章浮现出的肃静是沙拉曼从未体验过的。
于是便心生期待，期待着与魔王的相遇。
于是便心生诧异，那种烙在心里的痕迹。
至今，沙拉曼还会反复描摹着魔王的样子，脸部的轮廓，温柔的眼帘，那是作为孤儿和交换者而言，从未见过的光。
“你的名字。”口吻柔和。
这是魔王的陈述句，却也是不容抗拒的命令。
沙拉曼也不觉得那是命令，只是一种多年不见的友人之间的嘘寒问暖。
只是二人在此之前从未相识，今天便是初见。

——>第三<<
>总有那么一种念头，明明自己都毫不在意，但它被实现时还是会被震惊。<<
“嗒——”
女孩白皙的手握着“皇后”正在思考下一步棋，坐在她对面的红发少年表情难堪。
小莩偷笑，然后将棋子安置在黑色的棋格上，
“沙拉曼，你输了。”
“底线杀……小莩，这种游戏我总是输给你。”
沙拉曼从未在象棋上赢过小莩，但并不代表他玩的不好，事实上，从小被要求学会下象棋的英格威都输给了他。
但就是整理不好思绪，面前这个女孩让他分心太多。
“沙拉曼，你不专心。”
“很抱歉……”
“其实也没什么好道歉的。”
长时间的沉默。
“沙拉曼，你还没有去过我的宫殿吧？”
那个埋藏在沙拉曼心底的秘密忽然萌芽，好像开出了西洋樱草。
“明天将会在宫殿里进行对血网派的审判，你要不要一起去？”
“好！”没有多想就立刻回答。
“小莩，你会宽恕他们的罪过么？”
沙拉曼站在女孩背后紧紧地抱住她。
“不会。”毅然决然的声音，是沙拉曼预料到的，但他却有些失落。
不知道为什么，
不明所以然。

——>第四<<
>总有那么一种错觉，你明明回来了，我却清楚我们没有了回天之力。<<
仿佛坠入了梦魇的深渊，四周的围墙全部坍塌下来，沙拉曼竭力地喘息着，却越发地透不过气来。
想要呼吸，想要哭泣。
脖子上猩红的痕迹告诉他，他该停下对自己的粗暴对待。
但他却不停止，因为他没有感觉到疼痛，说明一切只不过是一场盛大的梦魇。
自从和小莩从宫殿里回来就有那种异样的感觉，
那时魔王冷冽的目光审视着眼前的罪人，没有任何的表情，没有任何的情绪。
从未见过这样的小莩，沙拉曼该高兴吗？每一个小莩都让他看见了。
沙拉曼该悲伤吗？这样的小莩是他不想看见的。
矛盾。
沙拉曼记得小莩那是的每一种姿态，冷漠，高傲，她不需要别人对她绝对的臣服，但需要对她的每一项决定表示赞同。
棋盘上的国王还没有走动，战车却需要按照他的旨意进攻。
“不需要有人提出任何异议，你的罪状需要由我亲自审判。”
沙拉曼仔细地听着，每一字都刺入了自己的心里。
他直视着那个本应温柔的人，换来了一个冷漠的目光。
金黄色的眼眸并不像阳光那样温暖。
那一瞬间，
他不认识她。
她好像谁都不需要认识。

——>第五<<
>总有那么一种转折，紧握的双手可以轻易地松开，手上的余温可以被冰冷熄灭。<<
战火肆意，残枯的树将躯体掩埋在烧焦的泥土里。
小莩呆呆地做在王座上，厚重的袍子压在她的身上，骨骼好像要碎掉了。
金色的王冠上面镶嵌了各色的珠宝，最耀眼的红宝石反射的光阴冷地照在远处的墙壁上。
小莩的右手轻抚上王冠，上面还有人类的体温。
她的王冠，是沙拉曼为她戴上的，她的宫殿的大门，是沙拉曼为她关上的。
小莩看着面前那条漆黑的长廊，注视着，直到尽头没入了黑暗，直到宫殿的大门不再栩栩生辉。
小莩微笑，因为为她戴上王冠的那一刻，沙拉曼的表情是前所未有的认真。
却又悲伤，因为下一刻，男孩选择了为人类而战，与她对立，死而后已。
她轻轻一跃，落到地上，长袍太沉重，而且上面没有沙拉曼的味道——那是她自己披上的。
索性脱掉，只留下孤单的王冠在黑暗里闪着光。
她在休息室里看到了和沙拉曼无聊时下棋用的棋具，自己一个人拿起了国王，又放下。
拿起了皇后。
“不对…”她又放下了皇后。
暴风雨正在袭进，冷风顺着小莩的腿爬了上来。
她默默地拿走了那两个棋子。
下次见面一定要问问沙拉曼，
现在的她，是国王还是皇后。

——>第六<<
>总有那么一种情景，像是权均力敌，又像是毫无生气，已成死局。<<
小莩记得自己第一次登上王座的那一天，沙拉曼牵着自己的手停留在黑色的长廊。
“沙拉曼，你哭了。”
女孩并不懂得委婉，缺少感情的她只会陈述事实，仅此而已。
男孩也不懂得隐忍，他点点头，但是在黑暗里，小莩看不到他的动作。
“你明知道哭不能解决任何问题，而且我不觉得你存在问题。”
沙拉曼站在原地，小莩绕过他，站在他面前，伸手擦拭掉大男孩脸上的眼泪。
“我不知道。”
“只是不希望你再坐在王座上，再打开那扇门。”
小莩记得当时自己只是微笑，
沙拉曼记得当时小莩也并未许诺。
“王，人类的数量远比魔族要多。”
安格尔跪在地上，没有去看王的表情，作为一个骑士，他的礼仪也告诉他现在自己无权抬头。
“所以，这就是你们战败的借口？”
小莩重新披上了属于王者的长袍，它变得更重了，呼吸有些困难。
“听着，安格尔，你是一个忠诚的骑士。”
“但忠诚不是全部，我需要的不是废物。”
安格尔并不认识眼前的王者，但他选择臣服。
从那个人类选择离开时开始，王就发生了改变。
人类也不知道，自从大贤者选择离开，他就不再像从前。
“数量上人类魔法师的确占有很大的优势，但这不是我们自负的资本。”
威严、冷静，这是蜜丽从未见过的沙拉曼。
“只依靠女王国的精英魔法师不足以和魔族绝对的力量抗衡，其他贤者必须有更强大的力量，”他停顿，转头看向蜜丽“曾经在王城学习过的贤者是取胜的关键，你们也要更努力。”
摆了摆手，示意所有人出去，沙拉曼独自一人站在空旷的会议室里。
“魔族的王国并不是我应该守护的……沙拉曼，你要记住自己的身份。”
最后一句话，是在说给自己听，但却又听不进去。
“我的王国……”