Ah, time really flies. I just nodded off for a moment and little Alfred is already dead. Only 500 years have passed. Sigh, human life is truly short, for me it is just like a flick of a finger or a shrug of a shoulder. Although, this king doesn't have fingers or shoulders...
Speaking of human emperors, they really have style. Even after they die they still require people to come and offer sacrifices to them every year. I was wondering why there were no ships passing by in the nearby sea, turns out they set up a no-fly zone for Alfred's commemoration. It's really arrogant, a dead person can even make the living clear the way for him. It's no wonder why Philosopher keeps talking to me about the "dark and rotten feudal monarchy system" all day in hell.
If only I could do the same... no, that wouldn't be good. If all the fish saw me, the king of the North Sea, then they would have to detour. Where would I find food then? So, human thoughts are really hard to understand. Clearly, it doesn't benefit themselves, but they still make things difficult for others. Just to commemorate a dead person, they won't let the living pass by. Is this kind of trickery called "authority"? No wonder that guy Philosopher keeps talking about overthrowing the monarchy all the time.
However, speaking of which, human royal authority is also a convenient thing in a sense. Just imagine, if little Alfred were still alive, I could just ask him to use the king's power to block the English Channel. That way, I could have a smooth journey. But the problem is, this guy has long been dead and turned to bones. So no matter how much I think about it, it's useless. Anyway, I need to keep going!
...
Without knowing it, I have already crossed the English Channel and entered the North Atlantic Ocean. The journey has taken a full two days since I left the North Sea. This kind of distance is nothing to me before, but now I haven't traveled far for two hundred years. The fatigue of long-distance travel is making me a little tired. But I still try to suppress my sleepiness and move forward.
After a while, I feel the seawater gradually becoming warm. Is it the North Atlantic warm current? The warm water gradually makes my consciousness fuzzy.
So sleepy. I yawned. It seems that I can't hold on anymore, so let's sleep.
After a while, I was awakened by a series of hard discomfort. It seemed like there was something hard pressing against my body, causing my tentacles to ache.
It hurts so much. I tried hard to open my eyes, but unfortunately, my eyelids were as heavy as the Scandinavian Peninsula and I couldn't open them no matter what.
After struggling for a moment, I finally won over the sleepy temptation. I then saw the foreign object under me - a white bone, to be precise, the skeleton of a whale.
"What bad luck!" I thought, "Don't whales usually return to their graves before they die?"
I moved away from the skeleton.
"Ah!" It hurts! It's like something sharp just poked me in my back.
"Who's there?"
I turned my head and found the remains of a narwhal just standing behind me.
Oh my god! The flesh on this big brother's body has not yet rotted! I am so scared.
What's the matter with these two whales dying together?
I see, one has a horn and the other doesn't. Could it be... they eloped?
Yes, that's it. The narwhal family and the sperm whale family have had a generation-long feud, but a young man and woman from both clans fell in love.
In order to guard this forbidden love that was not recognized by their clans, this couple of whale lovers still ran away, and then they both died together in the end.
Oh-oh-oh, this is really a tragic love story. It moves this king to tears...
Wait a minute, what is this? Do narwhals and sperm whales have a feud? What am I... oh, I remember now. This is a play written by a human called Shakespeare. Oh, it seems I am really confused from my nap and my memories are mixed up. So what are these two skeletons?I glanced around and realized I was in an elliptical trench. The rocky walls that surrounded me were densely embedded with thousands of whale skeletons. No wonder this place felt eerie, it was a whale cemetery. I needed to leave this place as soon as possible.
I quickly moved upward through the trench, not wanting to linger in a place filled with so many bones. However, something caught my attention. Most of the skeletons here belonged to unicorns. It was clear that this was a cemetery belonging exclusively to the unicorn whale clan. If so, how did the bone without a horn end up here? Could it be a case of lovers eloping and dying together? No, that was impossible. Those who betrayed their clan were not allowed to be buried in the sacred cemetery of whales. I couldn't figure out how this strange bone ended up here.
I decided to go back and check. What I found was that the peculiar bone belonged to a unicorn whale, but its horn had been broken off by someone. Moreover, there were more than twenty skeletons in the same condition. It was clear that Leviathan, that idiot, was responsible for this. He wouldn't have been able to defeat the unicorn whale in battle, so he must have stolen their horns. What a jerk.
After deciding to teach him a lesson, I engraved a message on the rock wall with a piece of broken unicorn whale horn, "Tomb raider Leviathan is also here." As I laughed to myself, I noticed a crooked stone tablet. Upon closer inspection, I realized it had been engraved with crooked letters that read, "This is not the cemetery of the unicorn whale." How stupid. Anyone with basic intelligence could see through this lie, which probably explained why Leviathan had dug up the ancestral graves of our clan.
Just when I was feeling very proud of my intelligence, someone poked me hard from behind. "Who dares to interrupt my leisure time?" I turned around in annoyance to see Monodon, the leader of the unicorn whale clan and a creature over 100 meters in length. He was pointing his horn at me menacingly. "Kraken, did you steal our ancestral horn?"
Before I could respond, at least a hundred unicorn whales surrounded me, each with their horns directed towards me. It seemed that Leviathan had caused a big problem. That's okay, I would give him a hard time. "Speak up! Did you steal it?" they shouted in unison.
"It wasn't me," I replied. "Liar! Let's get him!" they responded angrily.
"Wait! I know who did it!" I shouted, but the unicorn whales showed no signs of listening. It seemed that they were only interested in using me as a punching bag. I was forced to use my fighting skills to fend them off temporarily.
"Stop! Let him talk," Monodon finally spoke up, holding back his fellow clan members.As expected of the clan leader, at least he understands reason.
"Kraken, you sly octopus. I warn you to tell the truth. Explain everything clearly. If you dare to lie, I swear I will use my head to smash your yellow eyeballs!"
Hm, it seems this person's brain is not completely innocent either.
I took a deep breath of seawater and organized my words:
"My friend Monodun, I ask you to please put aside your anger for now. The theft of the noble ancestor's remains has nothing to do with me."
"Don't talk nonsense. Who stole it?"
"It was Leviathan."
"Leviathan?" Monodun was skeptical, "From what I know, given the abilities of that creature, there is no way it could have bypassed our warrior blockade and entered the whale tomb."
Hmph, what's impossible. Your old tomb is so flimsy. Even this king could float into it while asleep, what defense is there to speak of?
Although I was very unhappy, I still smiled and said: "If you don't believe me, you can come down to the tomb with me and take a look."
"Damn octopus, do you still want to steal something?"
"No, there are still traces left by the thief in the noble whale tomb."
It was easy for me to convince Monodun to come down and inspect the evidence with me.
After seeing the line of characters I wrote, Monodun immediately believed that the culprit was Leviathan and angrily led his people to hold Leviathan responsible.
Really, their intelligence is lacking. Although it is true that Leviathan was the culprit, the process of "reasoning" was really...
Sigh, why bother trying to make sense with the intellectually challenged?
Looking at the backs of the narwhals as they left, I couldn't help but shake my head.
