I just became an assassin and it feels good.Make no mistake.I'm not a psychopath or some kind of crazy person who would justify my actions as justified.Well, even if they were justified.But did I really kill?In the end, the whole strange incident was just a dream.Part of an overly wild imagination.'But, is that really so?' I seemed to still hear His voice whispering from a distance.I don't know whose form He was using.If so, was everything that happened just now real?Will I be here forever?"Miss? Miss? Miss?" There were three knocks on the door.I told her to come in without thinking.It's a good thing it was just Eva-what's wrong with me since I woke up?Where was that vigilance I prided myself on?"Miss, Mr Carl has asked you to-" Eva squealed. "Oh, by the Most High. Miss, are you okay?"Huh?Um...Yes... after experiencing such an extraordinary thing, everyone would be messed up, right?My brain is hot. And my common sense is questionable.Is any of this real?What kind
It was a strange behaviour that I was getting used to. Before, she would definitely show a smug face with a smirking mouth, but lately (right after the S Incident), she prefers to stay away. And it's not just her, but almost everyone in the school, including the teachers.I'm used to being ostracised, so this shouldn't be any different.In fact, everything felt different.I don't know. Let's put it this way. Whereas before I was shunned for being a disgusting insect or a pile of foul-smelling rubbish, now I was shunned like a deadly virus or a savage prehistoric animal.I don't know the exact reason. I think it's because of the rumour that I was the one who hurt--, I mean hurt Susan.I don't know who first made that baseless accusation. Even the public newspaper has announced it as a form of accident (although of course you can't be sure that everyone will believe it, because if that's the case, then everyone here is so stupid).And I was only called by the police as a witness. Howeve
If I'm not mistaken, there's a popular name for it.Call of the void or something.When the urge to harm or kill oneself arises suddenly.It's a silly idea topped off with an even sillier term.For anyone who feels sympathetic and compassionate, it's best to discard those useless feelings.It's not that I'm depressed or anything, but it's more of a reflex after two extraordinary events that have already passed.Once again, I admit that my actions were wrong.Even though the 'real' Harry at that time manifested as a soul without a concrete body. Even though Rose basically had no value. Even I could feel guilty.But, right now, I'm not cutting my hair as a form of mourning for that damn traitorous servant.Or the king.Or perhaps the humanity that seems to be eroding - what is humanity, anyway? Isn't it that as humans, we automatically have and always will have?No and no.Yes... it's sudden, but Alfie died-I'm also confused, is dying a trend now?The details aren't very clear.They sai
Indeed, I said so, but it was just an empty bluff.I hate acting like that actually. It makes me look like a liar. A hypocrite. A coward. Why would I need a bluff when I could just beat him into confessing?It's just that this whole pesky code of conduct thing is preventing me from doing so. Hell, she's still a teenager.Her legal protections are stronger, and the investigation into her is bound to be much more difficult.Besides, after everything that's happened, it's all just based on ridiculous stories and assumptions.I mean, superpowers? Conspiracy?Sure. Sure, there's a chance that that pesky McKane is the culprit, but what he just said also makes sense. He's not alone, and I don't have any hard evidence for my accusation.This is a completely baseless accusation.Even if it was a murder, no one has found the murder weapon yet.And besides, I didn't even get a clue about Elizabeth.If I had done this more carefully and waited for a formal arrest warrant, I would have been able t
Believe it or not, it was completely out of control.I also thought I was going to die at that time.There was definitely going to be an attack.Among other areas, our defences are almost as fragile as you know. Even with just twenty trained men, this castle would fall immediately.But, well... not so fast, demons.Which, when they came, they brought a full army as well.Approximately there were about twelve thousand people. Armed to the teeth. Shiny armour. There was even artillery.It was a wasted effort to storm a worthless castle.In fact, if they asked me to surrender nicely, I would have done it immediately.Fire, these people have a strange idea of their enemy. That we were regarded as the embodiment of the devil that had to be exterminated, raped, slaughtered to extinction and guarantee victory.And so, while waiting to see which option would be the most suitable for me, I had the honour of living in a dungeon.I've been here once.It was more crowded.There was that stupid Wi
Duke Daniel looked at me for a long time with a look that seemed to strip me naked. "But, does it really work? Are there no harmful side effects?""Side effects? Of course there are." What? Too sweet honey only makes you nauseous, sometimes, we have to share the bitterness too. "But this is war and all risks must be taken, right? But I can assure you, this is eighty per cent under control.""Only eighty?""I don't want to assume anything. Big profits lead to big effects. So...?"I could see Duke Daniel exchanging glances with his family, Sayyid, and a soldier who sat together and didn't seem to be able to read the situation-because for the moment, the only thing that caught his attention was a piece of deliciously oily bacon on a plate."Let's try it."*#*"I can't do it at all."Huft...No wonder the condition was worse than when I was first expelled.Perhaps, on the way to being thrown in here, Lucian committed a futile rebellion.Even from the dim light that shone sparsely, his fac
This phenomenal event boosted Daniel's confidence and he began to think that we were too useful to hang.The messages became numerous and Silas seemed to be going deeper into the abyss.Right on the third day, before it all started, he came to us.Rambling on about all sorts of things typical of a stoned person, asking for more potion.So I gave him the medicine that had been added with a special dose of Flower Grass.The way he rambled bluntly was actually not too troublesome.The time when people are most honest is when they lose their minds, and even though most of what they said was nonsense, I drew some conclusions.Things are getting out of hand for Livingsworth.The centre of their government was taken over.The king won most of the battles.Moonrise was the safest haven for them at the moment, I assumed.Even so, the next day, Silas told me about the rumours of a dispute between the King and the Prince.About the chances of victory somehow increasing.If I'm not mistaken, he a
However, the father chimed in as well, although his argument made more sense. "I-yes, and the King himself guarantees it. We .... are worth more alive. So, honourable knights, I beg you..."I looked at Silas. "See for yourself, right."Silas flashed a faint smile. "Exactly when we first captured you, yes.""Do they have magic potions too?" It's really nice to be compared to an insignificant insect like this."And if Duke asks?""Just say it was an accident." Why complicate things, anyway? "They're fighting back and you need to take action."Silas was silent.This is all part of our scenario.I never expected the Carrington family's presence, but it could be an added benefit-at least for my tired mind.So, for the great favour I've done, I ask for little compensation.I picked up the dagger that had been thrown and stuck in the wall, pulled it out, and approached Sara. "If you really don't want to, let me represent you."I gripped Sara's chin, firmly. Like I've done to her before. But,