The image freezes on the severed neck, where the cut is rough and shows signs of multiple slashes.
To leave such a wound, one would need a rusty guillotine, and Shekh had just seen such an instrument of torture.
The crimson blood flowed onto the white stone statue, and her heart, scalded by the heat, felt hollow, as if a large hole had been burned through it. When the cold wind passed through, it even caused an indescribable pain, like being cut by a dull knife.
Shekh recognized the boy.
He was the child of the Queen and the Chief of the Guard, and was separated from his mother when he was only one month old.
The little princess knelt before her and said, "Please bless this child so that he may live a carefree life. I am willing to give you everything I have."
Shekh refused, as her skills were filled with negative energy, and interfering would only affect the boy's fate.
The clean rainwater that my wife referred to was because she could absorb the dirt in the rainwater, not because it was directly clean water falling from the ground.
The reason why the gods can take away people's pain is not because they heal the disease, but because they take away the disease and take the pain upon themselves.
She has been like this since birth, absorbing all negative substances and emotions.
Active and passive, so too are her skills, filled with calamity; bestowing blessings is difficult for her.
However, although Shekh did not promise to bless the boy, he took away all the bad luck from him.
The old king didn't want the boy to live, so those who cared for him had to avoid many assassination attempts. As long as they took away the misfortune, the princess's child would grow up well.
Shekh told her, "I'm taking the child's misfortune with me."
A clear, cool voice crashed into her brain from all directions. The little princess heard the voice of God for the second time and bowed deeply.
"thank you."
From then on, her faith became even more devout.
The boy grew up safely, inheriting the best features of both his parents, so much so that one could see the shadows of both of them on his face.
The princess missed him dearly. As soon as her relationship with the duke improved, she took the child back to her side. Upon entering the frozen harbor, the princess led the little boy to worship Shekh, the statue of the god she had carved herself.
...
Shekh's eyes, hidden beneath the ribbon, finally moved; he hadn't expected the blood-red scene to bring back so many memories.
She saw that the princess's room was filled with many small statues of gods, each one exquisitely crafted, with no detail omitted despite their small size.
From that day on, the princess knelt and prayed day and night without fail, and everyone knew that she respected the gods the most.
She respected herself the most...
Shekh paused for a moment, then looked down at the couple on the ground.
They worship the god of harvest and rain, but when they mention this matter, their expressions are more like those of believers who have won a battle and feel honored, their pride beyond words.
What difference is there between black and white?
She is the goddess of harvest and rain, as well as the goddess of war and glory.
Black and white are just two sides of her. If even gods are like this, how much more so believers? They are also a mixture of black and white, and no one is more noble than the other.
Sacrificing a child who did nothing, yet gaining glory in the sacrifice.
In the quiet triangular shed, Sher's smile returned, replaced by a sarcastic chuckle.
That's why she no longer wanted to listen to those pointless complaints. She hadn't cared about humanity, and humanity was doing just fine.
She didn't need such faith, so she left and went to a deserted place. There were no idols in the sea, so she regained peace, fell into a deep sleep, and stopped listening to any prayers.
She was able to remember this entirely because the power left in the boy stirred her thoughts and awakened her.
The child's only misfortune came from her.
Because his mother was his most devout follower and a princess of an enemy country, he became a sacrifice offered to him by his followers.
This is a tragedy so contradictory it's laughable.
Shekh's straight back slumped, too weak to speak anymore.
Sensing something was amiss, the couple hunched their shoulders and cautiously peered at Shekh above.
The search party was approaching. She lowered her head, stared at the couple for a few seconds, and then turned sharply to say, "Could you take me away from here?"
Shi Jinzhe picked her up, ignoring the anxious couple behind him.
He wasn't sure what Shekh had remembered, but her current state showed that she was in a great dilemma.
They were so eager to save people at the beginning, but now they don't want to care anymore, yet they haven't said they'll kill them. It feels like they're letting them fend for themselves.
If it's left to fend for itself, then there's nothing wrong with it, but there are still things that Sheikh really dislikes.
It seems that not everyone who believes in and prays to God is a good person.
Shi Jinzhe walked out of the shed, lifted Shehe up to make her hold him more securely, and then strode off to other places to escape the pursuers.
Sher listlessly wrapped his arms around his neck, and when he heard Shi Jinzhe say, "No matter how many bad things happened in your memory, I will support any decision you make, so don't worry about your choice. You've already saved them once."
“But they call me God. Shouldn’t God do something?”
"Shall we go back and rescue them again?"
"don't want…"
Shekh looked back and saw the couple struggling in the distance. This time, there were more people chasing after them, and they brought tools. The couple was tied up tightly.
"Actually, they weren't the ones who did anything wrong, but when I thought about the expressions on their faces just now, I didn't want to get involved anymore." She said frankly, "If they were caught again, they would suffer an even worse fate. Should I not have saved them in the first place?"
"You'll only find out what happened after you save her."
"I know, but I'm not happy at all."
Shi Jinzhe had never seen her so emotionally adrift, her words even seemed unsteady.
Shekh had never been so emotionally swayed by anyone before. He wanted to comfort her, but now was not the right time for a heart-to-heart talk, so he could only run away first.
After winding around several buildings, I found an angle formed by about a dozen white cones and turned in.
After she was seated, he didn't put Shekh down, but let her sit sideways on his lap, in a posture like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child who doesn't like to eat.
"Because they call you God, you are obligated to save them. But according to this logic, I have never called you God, so why are you coming to save me?"
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