Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The person who came seemed to be about the same age as me and was wearing a dark trench coat.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, that figure actually overlapped little by little with the image that Sylvia imagined in the girl's mind late at night.

Just, in an instant.

Sylvia suppressed the fleeting throbbing in her heart, turned her head slightly, and put on her usual indifferent expression to disguise and protect herself.

"do not come."

She was well aware of the attraction of her appearance to the opposite sex, coupled with her luxurious attire as the daughter of a duke.

It is completely normal for outsiders to attract kindness from strangers when they don't know Sylvia's true identity.

Who would refuse to help a pitiful noble lady who seemed to have run away from home?

This is simply the standard start that the bards say every successful hero protagonist encounters.

It is the rosy experience 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 reversals have been staged more than once, making Sylvia numb to it and no longer have any groundless fantasies.

"I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."

"I have no other intention, I just came to ask if you would like to form a couple?"

"A partner?"

Sylvia repeated this unfamiliar word to her.

"Ai Bo, do you understand what I mean by temporary partner?"

"Appearing here at this time, you should be here to jump into the sea."

"So isn't this a coincidence? It just so happens that I am also here to jump into the sea."

"It's better to catch up than to catch up, let's go together?"

Sylvia was slightly startled by the unexpected words.

And taking advantage of this moment, the young man took a few steps closer and came to Sylvia's side.

Silvia originally thought that the other party would take this opportunity to pull her back from the dangerous area next to the cliff.

However, the boy in front of him didn't seem to have such thoughts.

He just casually sat down on the edge of 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 aware of Sylvia's silence, the young man swung his legs in a bored manner: "I just feel that since everyone is going to die later, there are some secrets to hide."

"Instead of taking them to hell, it wouldn't hurt to have a little chat with each other."

Unexpectedly, since the young man in front of her appeared, Sylvia felt that her tense mood had relaxed a bit.

She spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "For some reason, I killed many people out of control."

"The vast majority of them 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 is almost an inevitable disaster.

Since the time she was born, the huge bronze cross has stood in her spiritual ocean, and she had no choice.

"Oh, like this."

She did not comfort herself as Silvia expected.

The other party just nodded casually, and then turned his attention again to the tide rushing under the cliff.

Being ignored like this, Sylvia felt a little more expressive in her heart.

She pursed her dry lips and said quietly: "Maybe those people are right."

"For a cursed daughter of disaster like me, to die without being known is the best outcome for both the principality and myself."

"Yeah?"

"Then you really 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 have killed so many people with my own hands. I should have been hanged on the gallows..."

"No, you misunderstood me."

The young man beside the cliff suddenly stood up and stretched.

He turned slightly sideways and stared at Sylvia, his dark eyes reflecting the bloody afterglow of the sunset.

"Since countless people think you deserve to die, then in this era where the legal system is extremely imperfect and there is 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 be what you are today."

"This shows that killing you may be what many people want, but it is definitely not everyone's wish."

"And the reason why I say you are a miserable butcher is precisely because the moment you decided to kill yourself -"

"Not only the lives you have affected in the past, you have also ruined the lives of other people, even your dead mother."

After that, the young man shrugged indifferently and turned his attention to the Grant Sea below again.

"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 wind that hit his face.

"To be honest, I watched a movie when I was very young. Oh, the movie is some kind of magical image used to entertain the public. You can understand it as a dramatic performance recorded with a photo array."

"There is a very classic scene in that movie. I have always wanted to try it for real, but unfortunately I have never found the opportunity."

"And now, before I die, I have found such an opportunity."

"not to mention……"

The young man's words paused slightly.

He turned his head and looked at Sylvia for a few times, and then nodded with satisfaction: "The girl who went to hell with me is even more beautiful than the heroine in that movie."

"Then, it's agreed."

"After I jump, you have to jump down too."

"You are not allowed to go back on your word. I am very afraid of being lonely and cold. If you really want to go back on your word, I will not let you go even if I turn into a ghost."

"Wait for me……"

Sylvia opened her mouth, just about to say something.

However, before she could say her words, Sylvia saw the thin figure in front of her falling backward.

The next moment, he fell down the cliff under the influence of gravity, maintaining a backward posture.

A few seconds later, there was a slight popping sound, accompanied by a tiny wave on the sea.

When Sylvia came back to her senses and cast her gaze under the cliff.

The only person who responded to her was the roaring Grant Sea, and there was no trace of the young man from before.