When Bedivere opened his eyes, it was already night.
He felt pain all over his body, and the countless wounds on his body were covered with long leaves like a herb, wrapping his whole body into a leaf man.
He turned to look at Albert aside, "Is it necessary to make it like this?"
"This is a special wound medicine. Your minor injury will be healed immediately after applying it." The tiger boy said while sitting on the chair and shaking.
"You...what are you doing?" Bedivere asked. The white tiger's trembling was obviously not a normal behavior.
"Hugging, I'm sorry, it's... a bad habit." Albert tried his best to restrain his trembling, "Eat, eat, this is today's dinner."
Bediwell looked at the plate on the table. Sure enough, in addition to the tasteless scones, there were also a few thin slices of barbecue.
The meat of that monster.
That monster ate the flesh that grew from humans.
When Bediwell thought of this, his face immediately stiffened: "I will never eat it. If you eat this, you will indirectly eat those people."
Albert looked helpless, and the black tiger stripes on his forehead wrinkled into a W. "Bedivere, you are so serious about everything, it is difficult to survive in this harsh world. Serious people always die first."
, either suffocate to death or suffer a loss."
"Whatever you think." Bedi said, picking up the piece of scone with one hand and eating it, thinking that those scones that tasted chewy were the safest.
However, he was tricked again. When he took his first bite, he found that the pancake had a little more flavor than it originally had. The meat of the monster had been minced into minced meat and mixed into the pancake. The meat of the porcupine was rich and rich.
It is also fragrant and delicious even without seasoning.
The delicious gravy, with its fat, had already seeped into every corner of the whole sesame seed cake, and spread into Bediwell's entire mouth with his first chew.
(hateful.)
(It is obviously such a terrifying monster. It is obviously a man-eating monster.)
(Why is it so delicious?!?)
The werewolf boy cried while eating. He couldn't stop himself from swallowing the piece of sesame seed cake, nor could he stop himself from being swallowed by guilt. He had already eaten it. The meat of the monster that had eaten people was eaten by him.
Gone in the stomach.
It's like he has eaten people. Everything has become irreversible.
Moreover, that damn monster meat was so delicious. The thought of eating people made him want to vomit, but he couldn't vomit it out! His body longed for the delicious meat of monsters!
"Damn it... Wuwuwuwuwu... Albert, why did you lie to me like this..." The werewolf boy burst into tears, but his mouth didn't stop and he began to boldly grab the plate.
He came to eat the barbecued meats in the house. He had already eaten them once, and he didn’t care about eating more, so he just broke the pot.
Albert on the side looked at Bediwell with an alien look, his ice blue eyes filled with sympathy and helplessness: "I'm sorry, Bedi. But you need to eat some nutritious food to recover."
Although the werewolf boy had filled his stomach, his spirit was extremely depressed. Not only did he fail to save the prisoners of war, but he also caused injuries all over his body and even indirectly ate people.
He failed at everything he did. The more he tried, the more he failed. He knew his own powerlessness and stupidity, but was powerless to do anything about it.
There are some things in this world that you cannot succeed by trying hard. People who are born stupid will only fail no matter how hard they try. There are some [destinies] in this world that are absolutely irreversible.
These thoughts immediately filled the werewolf boy's heart with darkness.
Looking at Bediwell who was crying on the table, Albert whispered: "Do you think our life is easier than Meow? We have always lived like this. We even tried to
The old, weak, sick and disabled members of his own clan were also pushed into the death pit to feed the monsters.
In this way, while cutting off the mouth to eat, he survived on the fattened monsters.
Living has always been heavy and cruel. Don’t underestimate the word survival, kid!”
Before that, Bediwell was still laughing at the naivety of the young man Albert. He was completely wrong. It was Bedi himself who was naive. Although Albert acted like a brat who had never seen the world, he had already
It has gone through countless ups and downs.
The werewolf boy stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his face: "I'm sorry, Al... I shouldn't blame you. I have no right to blame you. You did nothing wrong. If it's for living----
--＂
"No." Albert said, with sadness in his eyes, "No one knows whether what we did is right or wrong. Maybe we are just using [survival] as an excuse to try our best to cover up our sins.
------So, don't say [I'm sorry] to me. I don't know if you have ever wrongly blamed us."
Living has always been heavy and cruel. There is no way to distinguish between right and wrong. All we have is survival. This idea of "surviving despite carrying sin".
The tiger boy instantly put aside those heavy topics, smiled at Bediwell and said: "Don't think too much, let's go to the hot springs? You still owe me a whole day of adventure stories that haven't been finished yet, I'll take a bath while
Just listen."
Bedivere was surprised by the other person's sudden change of expression. This little tiger's psychological quality was really terrifying.
ten minutes later.
"Huh." Albert jumped into the water, and the splash splashed Bedivere's face. There was only one rude guy who would do this in the past, and that was Tristan.
Bedivere looked helplessly at the white tiger. But the tiger boy was shameless and smiled at the werewolf boy as if nothing had happened.
"It's great that you are always so optimistic." Bedivere said helplessly.
"Meow hahahaha, this is called optimism, meow? You are always so simple, how nice!" The other party replied.
Bedivere was stunned for a moment. He leaned against the stone wall by the pool and fiddled with the water with his hands, "Albert...we are friends, right?"
"This is a difficult question to answer." The tiger boy said ambiguously, "I am just responsible for looking after you. During the war, everyone is very busy, and a freeloader like me has time to look after you. I am just
Fulfill my duties, and whether I can become your friend or not ultimately depends on the stance you choose."
"...Even in a war, I don't want to be your enemy." The werewolf boy whispered, "I know you are a good person------"
"Bedi, you can't help yourself when you live." Albert said, "If I was ordered to kill you, I would not hesitate. At that time, you should try your best to resist for your own life. Please
Don't show mercy to me."
"...Why...are you always able to say such heartless words with a smile on your face?"
Albert remained silent.
Bedivere also responded with silence. He looked at the stars in the sky. It was a rare sunny day tonight.
"Maybe I really am a bastard with a bad personality, Bedi." Albert said suddenly, "My brother Robert was originally an excellent soldier, smart, capable and brave.
I always lived in his shadow. No matter what I did, I was inferior to him. No matter how hard I worked, I was always inferior to him. I only deserved to be laughed at. Oh, at that time, I really hated my brother. I wished he would hurry up.
die.
...When I learned that my brother died in the massacre in Egypt, and when my father cried while holding the animal skin that humans had ripped off my brother... I actually felt a little bit happy.
------Bediwell, maybe I am really a sinful person."
Bedivere suddenly felt sour in his heart. These two brothers were simply reflections of himself and Papalov.
"Since you are still blaming yourself now, your brother will definitely forgive you." Bedivere comforted.
"He is dead a long time ago. How can a dead person know forgiveness? I don't believe that there is a soul after death." Albert said displeasedly, "Bedi, don't comfort me. I don't need you."
My pity. Instead of wasting your time worrying about me--you kid, hurry up and finish the adventure story you owe me!?"
The werewolf boy sighed and continued to tell the story of his adventures with Arthur and others.