【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(11)

Technoblade stopped under the painting, nestled between vases of irises. Oh, he thought. That’s why. It wasn’t hubris making this kingdom think they were protected from everything. It was their king.
Rendered in paint and shadow, he looked just as Technoblade remembered, the years leaving no mark on his immortal face. He was standing behind a modest throne, his hand laid gently on the shoulder of a dark-haired woman that must be his queen. In the queen’s arms was a golden-haired toddler, sleeping peacefully. On the floor by her feet, with his legs crossed under him, was another child, older, with a gold circlet nestled in his brown curls.