Isel looked at the remaining information about Teller on the note and frowned, realizing that Teller was probably in an accident. His current state was very similar to his condition when he was in the hospital, but it seemed to be worse than that time. p>
According to the last message, Teller can no longer contact him openly, and the last message he conveyed also revealed a signal, that is, his experience is related to some people around him! And
It should be directly related!
Isel took a deep breath, closed the door, and lost the desire to devour the apple in his hand, so he placed the apple alone in the empty fruit basket on the table.
And like the isolated apple, he fell into the sweet trap of the sofa, deeply closing his eyes that had no longer been able to lead the club through the big hurdle, and kept thinking about what he had done yesterday.
Childish arrogance and meaningless proof!
He should have been accustomed to sudden attacks by the enemy, and he should have understood that fate would not give them a chance to breathe, but he still said to himself that he had given the enemy a chance. If he had been awake yesterday, if he had accompanied Terrell
Will the outcome of going to Wilson's residence be different? Maybe he won't be so passive now, and Teller won't be in such a predicament.
Looking back, Iser realized that his self-righteous growth was just a self-directed and self-acted joke.
And this state of self-doubt was born in his heart at the moment.
The deep layers of his firmly sealed heart suddenly experienced a strange fluctuation. A stone fell into the lake of his soul, and the ripples on the water surface slowly slid around, touching the unstable mountain.
Frowning slightly, he took a deep breath, trying to control the strange emotions in his heart and prevent them from getting out of control, trying to stay calm.
But it's like admonishing your mind before going to bed. The more you want it to be quiet, the more chaotic it becomes and the more crazy it tramples on reason.
Countless ideas and possibilities began to arise in his mind, trying to devour his heart that was beginning to collapse.
The strange thing in his body also sensed something and started to stir. It wanted to warn him, but it was suppressed invisibly.
Iser closed his eyes tightly, and the tightness between his eyebrows made it possible to see his inner struggle at the moment, like an invisible game.
As his suspicions grew stronger, an imaginary word was quietly born in his heart.
That game, that originally vague dilemma, turned into a real spiritual prison the moment these words appeared.
"What if that letter is the real trap?"
This terrifying suspicion spread in his mind like a virus.
Iser closed his eyes tightly. It seemed that his eyes were closed to rest, but his breathing continued to become heavier. His body continued to sink as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and he was unable to extricate himself. The weight of his eyelids came one after another, making him unable to open them.
My eyes were completely immersed in a dream.
In the dormitory next to Iser without a trace of light, a man was leaning on the sofa, feeling Iser's unstable heart, and coldly pulling at his human nature called doubt.
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As if he had forgotten to breathe, the deep sense of suffocation made Isel suddenly sit up unconsciously, exhaling his last breath suddenly and inhaling quickly, as if he remembered the fact that he was still alive, and kept breathing as if he was escaping from death.
Open your eyes with some urgency and weakness.
The bright green moonlight slowly stimulated his eyes and caressed his skin.
Isel looked around at the vague and familiar garden with some hollowness, and saw the figures of those children who had no faces but were still familiar.
Countless calls began to vaguely echo in his ears
"Your Highness Iser, don't worry about your sequence! We won't be afraid of you just because of that kind of thing!"
"Sequence cannot determine the value of anyone. You will always be my most precious friend!"
"Brother! I'm here to see you!"
"Your Highness! Let's go on an adventure!!"
"The guards are under my arrangement! Don't worry! Tonight belongs to the expedition team!!"
As the words continued, Iser slowly remembered the adventure story between the royal family and the aristocratic children, but also remembered the true ugliness of the world.
When avoiding adults, adults cooperate with the perspective of avoidance.
When encountering a maid, the maid's smile disguises her disgust.
When the door was opened, the guard looked at him with fake respect.
As well as the seemingly excited smile on my partner’s face when he stepped out of the door, and the darkness hidden in that smile!!
In the scene that gradually turns dark, the children are laughing and playing, as if they are still writing their last innocence.
But with the advent of the mysterious time, they also brought a bloody end to their innocence.
"Your Highness Iser, my mother died at the hands of [The World]. Our family does not allow us to serve the king in the future. This is a crazy sequence."
"If you were not the [World] sequence, maybe everything would be different."
"Brother, goodbye!"
"Your Highness, maybe Mystery Mist is your destination."
"Sorry Iser, I can't help it. My family needs me to do this, and I have no choice."
A strange light flickered under Iser's feet, imprisoning his position, and in an instant he was pushed to a distance where the light tower could not shine.
At the same time, the mysterious fog quickly spread out in front of his eyes along with the figures of several children who fled with their backs to Isel, wrapping up the tiny him like a giant beast that swallowed the sky.
Countless black and strange figures, as if arranged, suddenly appeared beside him and pounced on the young man in front of him.
But in an instant, everything was disassembled like pieces of a puzzle, as if it had never existed.
A strange and shimmering scarlet mist also appeared in front of Isel, examining the ridiculous boy. After a while, it turned into a weird appearance, blending into Isel's screams.
In both eyes.
As the screams ended, the prince did not fall, but still stood there with strange eyes.
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"Bishop Ona? Won't you bring him back?"
"The evil of this corrupt world should not be defined by our own words, but should be judged by himself."
"But..."
"He will come back."
The memory was like running water, accelerating crazily. Isel looked at the assassinations that he had avoided using the weirdness in his body, the conspiracies he saw through, the shadows that quietly protected him in crises, and the shadows that secretly helped him stabilize.
The strange force that suppressed his status, the darkness that was still by his side until he came to the academy.
As for those strange forces, Isel may have always known who they were, but although the darkness was crazy to him, there was only little light left.
But now that Teller has given him the choice, that happy dream has dissipated like a candle in the wind.
He had no other possible choices, and his memory kept telling Isel the answer he had known in his heart a long time ago, the most real answer that broke the illusion.
The entire space slowly shattered in front of the answer that was about to come out.
The sound of Iser's heartbeat came and slowly returned to the body!
At the same time, a final drama of self-questioning and answering began to unfold deep in my heart.
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In the dark smoke, a glimmer of light illuminated the young man wearing a fancy dress and light red pupils from above his head. He asked with only the remaining hope
"Is what I once believed really worth believing?"
"For this I lost everything I could lose."
The lights go out......
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Beside the dim bed, the twilight-like wall lamp illuminated a young boy. He clenched the tip of the dagger in his hand, and blood slipped from his fingertips
"Does my lingering peace really mean anything?"
"It's just daily life that is constantly being wiped out by invisible blood."
After the blood dripped, the scene turned into nothing.
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It was the light of the morning sun but it had no warmth. Isel sat on the sofa with the letter in his hand and stared blankly at Teller's last signal
"Terrell also lost his boiling blood because of his conservative and naive illusions. Do I really want to continue to make mistakes??"
"I...want..."
The balcony door suddenly opened, and a gust of howling wind blew into Isel's face. The scene began to overlap, and the dilemma was shattered with the decision in his heart.
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He also slowly opened his determined eyes and said fiercely
"Avenge him!"
And a man was kneeling on the balcony
"Your Highness Iser, effective intelligence shows that His Excellency Osman Teller may have encountered a conspiracy within the Orderer Society."