But Vaughn shook his head:
"What I mean is... the sacrifice was not successfully offered. The Goddess of Life has already descended. If we don't want to violate the [rules]... we must make up for the sacrifice."
"Tianyu is of noble status, she cannot be a sacrifice, otherwise she will be retaliated by the sky plane. And the good-for-nothing Aini has a very low compatibility and cannot be a sacrifice. So there is only one person left."
"You say." He raised his head, his bright eyes staring at Su Mingan:
"...Is that loser very lucky?"
Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.
Vaughn smiled, holding the broken knight's sword in his arms, and the white source of life surrounded him. He seemed to have realized his own fate, and the smile on his face was full of anger and hatred.
“It seems like I have gained nothing in my life.”
"Everyone says that little Prince Vorn was born in a honeypot. He has a noble status, the love of his parents, and the loyalty of a knight."
“As a result, in the end, I was left with nothing.”
He stroked the broken knight's sword and touched the hilt with his forehead. That was where the palm of his hand grasped, and his knight had protected him with the sword for more than ten years.
But it turns out that it wasn't protection, it was just raising a sacrifice.
Until the very end, the knight's eyes were fixed on Si Que, and he could not see him. He was like a clown entertaining himself, expecting the lights on the stage to shine on him, and perform a farewell performance of fighting a life-and-death battle with the traitor knight.
But the spotlight belonged to others, and he had nothing. When the stage was over, it was his turn to go to the execution ground.
With his forehead resting on the knight's sword, he seemed to hear the sound of the heartbeat more and more, one by one, and again... He remembered when he was eight years old and was rescued. The knight smiled and let him listen to the heartbeat inside the armor, and promised that this heart would beat for him forever.
But in the end, the knight's sword pierced his heart and forced him to the altar.
The story of the goddess and Si Que is moving, full of love and hate, tender and exciting. But the story of the goddess and him is dull and boring, with only deception, and he foolishly thought that there would be someone in the world who would love him at all costs.
Yes. Did he really think that the goddess would like an arrogant, confident, and irritable prince? Was it the moonlight song that Qi Jue played in piano class that bewitched him? Or was it the sunflowers that they planted together in the garden that bewitched him?
Eighteen years of living together day and night, and solemn vows - how could a god have mercy on humans?
"yes,"
“He is telling lies.”
His voice became hoarse, something stuck in his throat:
“…But I took it seriously.”
Su Mingan took a step forward.
He saw a glow emerging from Vaughn's body. It turned out that the knight's sword Vaughn was holding was a sacrificial instrument - his act of holding the blade was not a remembrance, but a sacrifice.
"But there's nothing I can do. I'm a selfish person." Vaughn kept looking at the knight's sword, as if he was talking to the air:
"I wanted that arrogant loser Aini to be the sacrifice, but that loser was such a rubbish that he didn't even have the necessary skills when he first stepped on stage. So it has to be me."
"I really want to escape, and I'd rather throw away all my responsibilities and run away, even if the entire undead world is wiped out by the rules. I'm such a coward, but I'm already within the scope of the rules, and I can't escape."
There's no escape.
Everywhere he looked was a dead end, and his knight had pushed him there with his own hands.
Then, he looked at Su Mingan with a look of joy: "Idol, I like you so much. My room is full of your books."
Su Mingan said: "Do you want an autograph?"
Vorn: "I only want one wish, idol."
Su Mingan: "...you say."
Fu En is a prince, what could he wish for? To have a grand funeral after his death, to ask Su Ming'an to protect the country, or to ask for some special props?
By the way, Fu En said that his greatest wish is to be patted on the head by Si Que...
Su Mingan took a step forward and raised his wrist, ready to pat Fu En on the head.
But the young man lowered his eyes and said with a smile.
…
"My wish is..."
"If there is even a slight possibility... can you still... write about Qi Jue in the future?"
…
He gave up his own wish and chose Qi Jue's wish.
No one ever tried to save him.
But the goddess will.
Even if love is just a false deception, it did accompany his barren life and watered him with falsehood.
Su Ming'an didn't expect Fu En to make such a wish.
"He just took the wrong path, He just missed you too much. Give Him another chance, please write Him again... I don't know the principles of you creators, but the erased words can be written again, and the erased names can be copied again... Is that okay?" His eyes were slightly shining, and his short golden hair was swirling with a layer of orange-red glow. His calves were trembling due to physical exhaustion.
"I don't know." Su Mingan could only give this answer. He really didn't know, and this was not a skill he had mastered: "...I don't know."
But Fu En said, "It doesn't matter."
He did not force it, but just lowered his head and kept muttering to the sword:
"Okay, okay, that's it..."
"No one cares about the whereabouts of a minor character like me, and no one cares whether I live or die. I just need to stop here..."
"If you keep talking about it, it will be annoying."
"That's it... Qi Jue."
He slowly closed his eyes, his life force being continuously sucked away by the sword, and he hugged the black hole tightly, muttering silently.
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