enemy god

To Howard,

I guess you don't want to hear from me at this time, and I understand that such an opportunity is most likely to cause unnecessary misunderstanding and trouble.But among the people I asked, Myron thought this was the best time to write a letter. Although his belligerence made me think this suggestion was not relevant, Schellman also told me that I should just follow my heart, so in the end I decided to write one anyway.I don't want to pretend I don't know, because the wind has brought the news about your father's death.

Please grief.

This may seem hypocritical, I admit that I have never liked your father, but as an enemy I admire him.My first impression of him was that he had a group of soldiers drag me out from under the banyan tree in the chaotic night with torches when I thought I was dodging.

That was the end of our journey. I have been with you for so long that I can clearly see the outline of the royal city before I know it.I know I can't go on with you anymore, so I bid you farewell at the edge of the woods some distance from the city gate.You were caught off guard by my sudden and inevitable parting.

"Vicky..." You called my name, and the spelling of words almost stopped me.

The pseudonym Virgil was coined by you, but I still recognize it to this day.It carries a lot of memories, both good and bad, of course more are good. It can easily remind me of the river that just broke through the ice, you called me to let me climb on your back, but I kicked myself Stepping into the water with floating ice floes, stepping on the heavy boots soaked in water, grinning and crossing to the opposite side.In fact, I am not as afraid of the cold as you imagined, just as I am not as afraid of the dark and sneaky as you imagined.It's not so much that I'm afraid of them, it's better to say that they're afraid of me.But you insisted on standing in front of me, pretending to be drenched in spirits, and dragged me through the disturbing vine tunnel like the wind.Your fingertips are trembling, Howard, I can feel it.But you insisted that it was panting from running out.

You protect me so well that I maintain this figure for a long time, I don't want to grow up, I don't want to wake up, I want to be a little Viki for the rest of my life.Of course, I also wanted to become stronger because of you.That drop of blood burning in the pupil of my eye made me, and also caused our eternal rupture.

As early as when I saw the pair of crimson crescent moons from the surface of the water, I had already got the foreshadowing, but I rejected it, left it as an illusion, and continued to wander with you unilaterally in false tranquility.The procrastinated time did allow us to create more happiness, but it overdrawn a lot of other things, so that it seemed bloody when we broke up and even turned against each other.

At that time, you tried your best to keep me, but I rejected them all, including the dance party that you had been thinking about all the way and eagerly hoped for me to attend.And it's probably the first time I've rejected you so thoroughly, because I won't be able to leave any later.

But you know, I still didn't go away in the end.I was even dumbfounded when the soldiers pushed me in front of you father and son.I didn't understand what was wrong until the second time I ran away from you and met the High Priest Sherman and the grumpy Myron.At that time, I was covered in blood, leaning against the low wall like an overstressed animal, and Sherman hugged me and comforted me, as if there was no wind blade around me that was out of control and indiscriminate.My blood and his blood pooled together, dyeing his white priest robe a dark red.He pressed against my forehead and transferred the most essential soul power to me.After I calmed down, he moved his pale lips and used magic to draw the power of nature to heal his bloody body.

He who always dealt with you found the unique tracking powder of the Hewiton royal family on me. After cleaning it up, I was not chased by soldiers frequently, and no one could catch me when I was under the protection of nature. Dig me out of the twisted roots.

Your father is worthy of being a king with a terrifying reputation on the mainland. He almost saw through me. Although he didn't guess the too frightening answer of God, his guess is almost the same as the truth.But you deny that.You are justifying me, or rather, you are justifying what is in your heart.I'm impressed by how rarely you defy him.

Touching, but ill-advised.Whether it's for you or for me.

I hold too much weight in your heart, which is not conducive to the growth of a king.So my life was even more difficult.The days in the dungeon were probably the most embarrassing time for me, just like nature’s self-balancing, you never hurt me in the first half of the time, so in the second half of the time I was almost able to suffer because of you I've been through it all.I stayed in the pitch black, listening to the ticking of the rain seeping from the ceiling.Later I also heard your footsteps, your boots on the stone steps, bringing ripples and echoes.

You came to see me quietly, alone, with food and medicine.But you and I both know that you didn't get past the guards because they showed good bribes and desertion - your father let you in so that you could witness the disillusionment of luck with your own eyes, and my abnormal self-healing ability has Suffice it to say.

In fact, I was already aware of it at that moment, but when you called me "Little Virgil" in a familiar tone, I still chose to believe you against my instinct.You cleverly used this name as an opening, gradually making me lose the ability to distinguish between true and false.You said you'd pick me up soon, earnestly and tenderly.So I gave up habitually, just like in the past, I am attached to you instead of relying on myself.

You keep giving me hope and turning that into despair.Repeatedly, from the source of my heart tortured me to lose my strength... You are very smart, Howard.They only put chains on me physically, but you want to chain me from the heart.

You are more dangerous than your father.

You did rescue me later, and moved me to another place where the light could come in—that was the extravagant cage you made for me.

You look at me, those beautiful eyes are like black pearls, but burning with a cold flame that pearls don't have.

I quite like your eyes, Howard, as you like mine.But I'm not going to be as possessive as you and want to put all your favorite things in the treasure room.That shouldn't be a collectible, but a star twinkling in the sky... I mean, just look at it from afar.In this way, when you take it off, you will not find out how ugly, terrible and huge it is - just like me.

After I grew unexpected horns and ear feathers, you finally realized what I am, and a gust of wind passed through the water that had just calmed down.The long sword you chased from behind pierced my chest, and my sudden burst of wind blade pierced the hand that was always reaching out to me.The violent and out-of-control wind blades exploded around me, I gritted my teeth and retreated away from you.

I didn't kill you.I escaped from you, for myself and for you.At this point, Myron thought that the blood of Hewiton in my eyes made me as crazy as you, but Shelman thought I was beyond reproach.He thinks that I will lead them to victory, and the winning rate has risen from 50.00% to 80.00%.

Perhaps Schellman was right.You taught me human beings, human ingenuity, cunning, emotional exploitation.Then I applied what I learned to you—that's how I escaped from your cage, choosing the moment when you were weakest and trusted me the most.

Lies and slander have infiltrated into my words and deeds unknowingly, and the drop of blood that splashed into my eyes has become a part of my body——When Shelman was pale and used the power of nature to stop the bleeding, I could only stand by Don't watch, because my eyes see only holes and dead spots instead of effective points of healing.

You changed me, Howard.The blood of Xiwidun has changed my nature, but it has also become the most suitable weapon for you.It doesn't necessarily come out of nowhere, but at least it's starting to make you hurt and rage like a lion.

I apologize to you for this, but I will not repent.Because I am Gaite, the last and only god of my people, the last shadow of the past projected on this world.I had to do this to lead them to victory, and so we met on the battlefield.

That battle on the northern plains, I don't know how you found me.But it doesn't surprise me that your spies are everywhere.The white sacrificial robe on my body failed to deceive you this time, and you came directly at me.

As much as you defended me then, you hate me so much now that you have come to right the wrong yourself.But I know that compared to the unrepentant oath you made to your father and thousands of courtiers in public, you care more about the feeling of betrayal and playing tricks.For this reason, you did not hesitate to gamble your pride, cut yourself off, and vowed to kill me with your own hands.

Your soul is clinging to a thick hatred.

"Don't you hate him?" Sherman asked me when we rode with me after getting rid of all the troubles from you.At that time, he had just heard about my experience in Wangcheng, and the blood stains that had dried up on my body and hadn't had time to wash off made my embarrassment too real and horrifying.

I shook my head at the time, because I didn't know if I understood what hate was - maybe it was just my self-righteous understanding, just as I thought I understood what love is from you, but until now I can't understand love Why can love and hate coexist in one person in an extreme and harmonious way.

Schellman didn't care about the twists and turns, he just wanted to confirm my final answer.

"You are very wise." The high priest who lived longer and wiser than me gave me a reasonable explanation. "You forgive him, because love is more beautiful than hate."

Maybe that's it, Howard.Although I have never thought about beauty and hate, I don't think there is anything worth hating.That sounds arrogant, but maybe it's because you haven't taught me how to hate.Now you have also noticed this omission, and began to set an example to force me to learn. That posture is almost a replica of how you taught me how to practice swords by hand.

Arrows with piercing screams shot at me one after another and twisted and shifted under my red pupils.The ground around me is full of sharp arrows from you, each of which is deeply nailed into the soil.You tirelessly focus your firepower on me, and I am happy to contain you to stabilize the overall situation.One back and one back, one attack and one defense, and then fill the gap with an appropriate counterattack.The fight between us seems to have become rhythmic, just like the court dance you taught me to dance.This almost made me feel a rare nostalgia, until you suddenly attacked my high priest and disrupted the rhythm of the whole scene.

You succeeded, and I had to be distracted to protect him when you suddenly turned your fire on Sherman.The moment I turned my head to one side, an arrow that was so close to my pupils grazed my forehead, leaving me with the first ray of blood since I went to the battlefield.

I advise you against it, Howard, it's no good.You, who can't do real harm, will only irritate my people and let the morale that rises with anger reach a terrible level.Your lieutenant general was obviously terrified by your inability to see the situation clearly. Seeing that you still wanted to shoot an arrow at me, he rushed up and almost stopped you with his body. I remembered the battlefield we met for the first time. In order not to let you go down in the heat, he just carried you on a horse and slapped the horse's butt with the handle of a knife.The panicked black horse then hoofed straight at me, bringing us the wrong encounter at the wrong time.

"Just wait and see, Virgie."

The east wind blowing on my face brought me the whisper on the tip of your tongue.You are seldom dominated by anger, and it only takes one chance to regain control of your mechanically rational mind, which borders on cruelty.You complied with the lieutenant general's dissuasion, and put the target back on the overall situation from me.

Before you left, you glanced at me, and your black eyes, like facing the abyss, easily reminded me of that night lit by torches.

Maybe that's the disaster, Howard.

You father and son have the same viciousness, and you will only be worse than him.