The man looked to be about the same age as him and was wearing a dark windbreaker.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the figure gradually overlapped with the image that Sylvia had imagined in her mind late at night.
But, in a moment.
Sylvia suppressed the fleeting throbbing in her heart, turned her head slightly, and put on the cold expression she usually used to disguise and protect herself.
"Don't come over here."
She was well aware of the appeal of her appearance to the opposite sex, coupled with her luxurious attire as the daughter of a duke.
It is normal for her to attract kindness from strangers when outsiders don't know Sylvia's true identity.
Who would refuse to help a pitiful-looking noble lady who seemed to have run away from home?
This is exactly the standard start that every successful and brave protagonist encounters, as described by the bards.
...
...
It is the romantic encounter that every young man who has just left the novice village dreams of.
only--
As soon as his true identity is exposed.
Those originally gentle kindnesses will turn into surging malice and hatred in an instant.
In the past sixteen years of her life, such plot twists have happened more than once, making Sylvia numb to it and no longer having any unfounded fantasies.
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."
"I don't have any other intentions. I just want to ask if you are willing to form a partnership?"
"Hooker?"
Sylvia repeated the word which was somewhat unfamiliar to her.
"Do you understand what temporary partner means, Aibo?"
"You're here at this time, you must be here to jump into the sea."
"So this isn't a coincidence, isn't it? I just happened to be here to jump into the sea, too."
"It's better to be lucky than to rush. Let's go together?"
The unexpected words made Sylvia slightly stunned.
And it was during this moment that the young man took a few steps closer and came to Sylvia's side.
Sylvia thought that the other party would take this opportunity to pull her back from the dangerous area near the cliff.
However, the young man in front of him didn't seem to have such an idea.
He just casually sat down on the cliff next to Sylvia, as if he really just wanted to find someone to chat with and relax.
"Why did you jump into the sea?"
“…”
As if he had noticed Sylvia's silence, the young man swung his legs in boredom: "I just think that even a death row prisoner should have a full meal before execution."
"Instead of keeping a secret until death, it would be better to talk to each other."
Unexpectedly, since the young man appeared in front of her, Sylvia felt that her originally tense mood relaxed a little.
She spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "For some reason, I killed many people uncontrollably."
“Among them, the vast majority are innocent people.”
“Because of this, almost everyone regards me as an object of hatred and disgust.”
The words came out with a hint of loneliness and grievance.
For Sylvia, this could almost be said to be an unexpected disaster.
Since she was born, the huge bronze cross has stood in the ocean of her spirit, and she has no choice.
"Oh, I see."
He did not say anything to comfort herself as Sylvia had expected.
The other party just nodded casually, and then turned his gaze back to the surging tide below the cliff. Being ignored like this, Sylvia actually had a little more desire to express herself.
She pursed her dry lips and said faintly: "Maybe those people are right."
"For a cursed girl of disaster like me, dying without anyone knowing is the best outcome for both the Principality and myself."
"Yeah?"
"Then you are a pathetic butcher."
A meaningful voice sounded in Sylvia's ears.
The overly straightforward words made Sylvia feel even more lonely and aggrieved.
"Yes, I am a butcher. I killed so many people with my own hands. I should have been hanged on the gallows long ago..."
"No, you misunderstood me."
The young man beside the cliff suddenly stood up and stretched.
He turned slightly and looked at Sylvia, his dark eyes reflecting the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun.
"Since countless people think you deserve to die, then in this era of extremely imperfect legal system and no so-called equal rights for human rights, you should have been executed the first time you lost control."
"But you still survived and grew up to this day."
"This shows that killing you may be the wish of many people, but it is definitely not the expectation of everyone."
"And the reason why I call you a pathetic butcher is because the moment you decide to end your life—"
"Not only did you ruin the lives of those you had in the past, you also ruined the lives of others, even your deceased mother."
“Maybe you think suicide is a form of atonement, but in fact, death is the simplest and most tasteless choice.”
"It is always much harder to carry the weight of other people's lives than to die."
After saying that, the boy shrugged indifferently and turned his gaze back to the Grand Sea below.
"Of course, none of this has anything to do with me."
"After all, I'm just here to jump into the sea."
As he spoke, he opened his arms and raised his feet as if flying, embracing the violent sea breeze blowing in his face.
"To be honest, I watched a movie when I was very young. Oh, movies are some kind of magical images used to entertain the public. You can think of them as drama performances recorded by a magic circle."
"There's a classic scene in that movie, and I've always wanted to try it out for real, but unfortunately I never had the chance."
"And now, before I die, I finally found such an opportunity."
"not to mention……"
The boy paused slightly.
He turned around and looked at Sylvia for a few seconds, then nodded with satisfaction: "The girl who will die with me is even more beautiful than the heroine of that movie."
"Well, it's a deal then."
"After I jump, you have to jump down too."
"Don't regret it. I am very afraid of loneliness and coldness. If you really regret it, I will not let you go even if I turn into a ghost."
"Wait, I..."
Sylvia opened her mouth and was about to say something.
However, before she could finish her words, Sylvia saw the thin figure in front of her fall backwards.
The next moment, under the influence of gravity, he fell off the cliff in a backward posture.
A few seconds later, a slight splash was heard, accompanied by a tiny wave on the sea.
When Sylvia came to her senses and looked down the cliff.
All that responded to her was the roaring Grand Sea, and there was no trace of the young man anymore.
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