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,
Does he know? "Oh, really?" Remember. Don't make assumptions beforehand. Next time, I'll make the same mistake as before."Why did you do that? Sara... you... why are you that heartless, anyway?"Hah, it was just that calm. "I..." From the romances, I must look sympathetic anyway. "It was a mistake, Miss Irene, really. It was a mistake. I ... if I could have stopped Silas that time, it would have been Sara now ..." Come on... tears, come out. Just a little bit."So why didn't you do it?" Irene was so frustrated.Oh my goodness. Is someone like Sara really worth missing? "I... I was late."What I heard next was a surprise: it was a snicker. She's crazy, isn't she? Or has she realised? "You're right. It's all my fault." His laugh ended with a bitter smile and eyes that were fixed in an enigmatic direction. "I shouldn't be here."She looked away without speaking again.What the hell?Do you think this is some kind of reenactment of a sad film scene? My mind is full, you know.Hopefully,
"First of all, was it really an accident?" I asked while taking out a small note.I asked us to go outside to make the atmosphere more conducive (as well as to keep him awake. Learning from past investigative experiences, it's much more effective to question people who aren't high).Instead, this Becker stole a bottle of alcohol to drink outside.His eyes were now wide open, and if he fell further (and he would), then things would be even more troublesome."No pleasantries first?""We don't have the time, do we, sir?"Becker chuckled. A chuckle that slowly faded and was replaced by a heavy-handed reply. "You've heard the rumours, and you know the answers, why ask again?""I need confirmation."Becker shrugged. "Fair enough." He took a swig, sighed, and burped. "She was murdered. I don't know by whom. Some sane people suspect those two little bastards. Although they have innocent looks, but after all, they were the only ones there. Tell me, is it possible for someone to be found decapi