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Reluctantly, I woke up early.Before I left, I changed back into my clothes, they were still wet and damp.I folded his clothes and put a note next to him, telling him I was going back.

Before dawn, I'm going to exchange with her.When I got home, there was no one in the house.Maybe she started early, I thought.

Looking through the pane, the narrow sky beyond is gradually whitening.In this closed house, people began to wake up gradually, and everything was in order.What happened last night was like it never happened.But this morning, it seemed more noisy than usual.

I changed into my normal clothes and was going to ask if there was anything I could do for my help.

When I opened the door to say hello to other people, they showed a surprised expression.

Probably because, usually, I am always too indifferent.But because of what happened last night, I'm in a good mood, so I also want to be more friendly to my surroundings.

During the commotion, my uncle appeared in front of me: "Why are you here?"

"I've always been here." It doesn't matter if any clues are found, as long as we insist that nothing happened, the tribe will not punish us.

"who are you?"

I had to roll up my sleeves and use my forearm without any tattoos to prove to him that I was the eldest son of the family.

And he trembled and said, "If you were him, who is that corpse...?"

I am like falling into an ice cave.

With me in a trance, he identified her body.

For the family with the witches at its core, I am just a symbol, a person who reproduces the future generations.Although it doesn't make any sense, there are still people who aspire to the position.Also, if I die early, there are too many people who could take my place.A cleaning servant was the first to discover the body this morning.

She died by the sink in my clothes.

It was a very small pool, just for viewing.In the yard where my parents lived before their death, a small water lily was planted and a few goldfish were also raised.

She cut her own wrist with a knife and her hand was submerged in water.The blood that flowed out stained the pool red.When the servants carried her away, they found that she was still holding a lotus in her hand.

The goldfish in the pond are still carefree, swimming in the bloody pond.The beautiful tail looms in the light red water.

She may still be alive when I return.And her face was facing the direction of my room.

Dying, did she hear the footsteps passing by outside the yard when I came back?

I do not know.

The uncle said that the family cannot lose the witch.The uncle said that only some people in the clan know about this matter.Uncle said, there has never been a precedent for a witch to die early, let alone commit suicide.

Yes, as long as the current emperor is still alive, the witch cannot die.For everyone, the witch is a symbol of national fortune and a guardian of the people.The witch is not allowed to die without authorization, because that means abandoning the people and the emperor.The only choice for the witches and witches is to withdraw at the same time as the emperor. When the new king succeeds, the witches and witches will also alternate.The old witches retired, no one would care, whether they were dead or alive.

External force cannot kill her.It started with her bearing the curse called blessing.

The recovery ability far surpassing that of ordinary people and the resistance relying on its own spells make it difficult for all previous witches to be killed.To obtain this ability, a price needs to be exchanged.As long as she follows the wishes of others and keeps herself from undue danger, she will have no undue anxiety.The only one who can kill her is herself.One wouldn't allow a witch to do this, but it might be negligent to prevent me from doing so.

"The prince is still young... There is no other choice. Since the inheritance of the gods and witches has not yet ended, the only and at the same time the best way. That is, let you live as her." The uncle said calmly.He did not intend to ask for my consent, but to inform me of the result of the discussion.

"The one we will declare dead is you. Gods and witches do not allow marriage. If you find it difficult to accept, it is not impossible to find a woman or two for you. It is no problem if you want an heir, after all, this is what you should Got it. But women can't stay. We'll deal with it behind our backs, and you don't need to have any worries."

"It's okay. No need." I never needed it, anyone but him.

"Don't rush to refuse first. You are still young, and it's normal not to want women and children. When you want it in the future, it's not too late to tell me. It's getting late, go to the festival."

"it is good."

I have no choice.

And she escaped at last, at the cost of death.

If a person has a soul, she is free.She abandoned this body, like throwing away a broken chrysalis, without nostalgia.

Is this revenge?

Or jealousy.

She probably hates me.She used to believe in me, attached to me, she thought I would protect her, she thought I would be dependent on her.But at that time, I let go of her hand and chose him.I don't want to be a protector anymore, I want to be someone he loves.I don't want to hug another person who is equally hard. Stones and stones can't keep warm when they are close together. The only thing that increases is the pain when they collide.I want to depend on real people.

I failed to fulfill the responsibility of being a brother, and I failed to shoulder the promise left by my father.

Because, I am weak, selfish, and extremely greedy.

Because of greed, you will be deceived.

I fell into her trap without warning.I will continue the pain she had.

No, it is a more cruel punishment.

I lost her forever who loved me so much.

At the same time, I can no longer say anything to him that I have no time to say.

I'll watch him grow into a real man, the hero he wants to be.I will watch him marry and have children, start his own family, and I may even bless them at the wedding.

I will watch him fight and die in the field of battle.

I will watch him grow old and lose the heroic spirit of his youth.

I'll watch him grow old, less sharp, less hopeful.His bloody youth will be polished into flattery by the impermanence of the world, and when he smiles, the flattery will climb up his cheeks along with wrinkles.

He finally replaced his father and climbed to a high position.And he is no longer the boy I fell in love with.He became old and introverted, smooth and lonely.

I may laugh at his incompetence, I may mock his mediocrity, I maliciously mock his aging, because fatigue and weather come so quickly and so urgently.And I who have faith, even though the inside is rotten, the outside is still bright.

He still goes every year to put a bouquet of flowers on my tombstone and say things no one knows.

When he looked at me with empty eyes, there was hatred that could not be expressed.

Because one day, I told him that I killed my brother.I would say that such a person does not deserve happiness, and death is not a pity.Since then he has been even more reluctant to see me.

He hated me and killed my "own" me.He hated himself because he didn't even get a chance for revenge.

And he will never know that the person I miss is right there in front of him.

When he went to the cemetery, I was on the other side, and I knew every word he said to me, and I remembered it clearly; I saved him when he was seriously injured and fainted; he wouldn't know that I sent his child back when he got lost; he wouldn't know that I prevented His Majesty from killing him; You know, I still love him the way he's aged.

He didn't know that when he died I presided over his funeral and no one saw my pain.

Because he is old and dead, but I am still alive.

He smiled before he died, but what he didn't know was that when I knew he died, he called out my former name in a trance.Many people have forgotten my insignificant past, and they sing my name now.And I know, he remembers.

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