I'm putting on a vest

"The miracle has been performed, and the general choice is to use the opportunity of rejuvenation to ask his uncle to give him the throne. The almost choice is to escape from this country for revenge, so that he will never have the hope of returning to youth, and can only look at himself in despair. body is getting old."

"I didn't choose either, and I made things worse."

"Even if he was killed in a covert manner, the new king will turn a blind eye to the means of rejuvenation. As long as he is concealed enough, everyone will not care about it, but I let my daughter kill him personally. My father's. Even if mortals can allow this kind of thing, the gods will not allow it."

"The goddess of nemesis will come to the door soon, and their arrival will let everyone know the crimes committed by the princesses, and the lovely me who made them commit this crime."

"Personally, I'm still very satisfied with the script."

【…I think your husband may not be satisfied. 】

Medea didn't know how her husband was feeling now.

He was looking at her now, his eyes fell heavily on her, and when he stretched out his hand to touch her shoulder, she felt a surge of blood flowing towards the place he was about to touch.

Medea gently closed her eyes, raised her head and looked forward, but in the end he did nothing and withdrew his hand as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"You still did it."

He was a little bored, but he could only accept the reality.

"Ok?"

Medea tilted her head.

"No. Nothing." His tone returned to calm.

For some reason, Medea always felt that the tone of her husband's words just now was completely different from the tone of all the words he had said to her.

…it was almost as if someone else had borrowed his body to say it.

In his words, Medea gradually realized that she had done a wrong thing. Killing the king would not allow her husband to ascend the throne, but would only make things worse irreparably.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," he told her in a calm voice that sounded like the sound of water dripping on the floor when ice and snow melted, "but you let his daughter do it herself..."

Medea lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with shame, she didn't feel uncomfortable when she let those daughters kill her father with her own hands.

For this, her husband just reached out and pulled her hair back behind her ears, and did not continue to criticize.

"Now go get your dragon ready." He just said, "We're going to get away."

The word 'run away' stabbed Medea again, and she looked to him for forgiveness, but saw no emotion in those eyes.

His dark eyes reflected his own figure, which was very good, he was not distorted at all in his eyes, it was just an ordinary appearance that could be reflected in the mirror.

Have I not been imprinted in any way by my husband's emotion?She was a little confused, and hurried out to seek the flying dragon car that her grandfather had left her, which was the only thing she could rely on now.

In the room, her husband was talking to another person.

This person Medea will never see in her life, but she has suffered once.

"Sure enough, it has become like this again."

Jason was very helpless.

"There were obviously two opportunities to change before."

Whether it is not to see Medea in Colchis but to seek the Golden Fleece by himself, or simply not to have the Golden Fleece or the throne, to go to other places to expand the territory by himself, or to stop her on the way back To kill his brother, there are as many ways to change, but every time he chooses the worst one.

No, he didn't seem to choose anything, he just followed the crowd and watched Medea walking towards the abyss step by step.

"Now she must become a witch," Jason said, "because she has no other way to go."

The black-haired boy looked at his hand silently, as if he was looking at the place he wanted to touch but failed to touch.

"Well, okay, I know you like her, don't read it. Now I think you should really not be me, and parallel worlds are impossible. I shouldn't be such an idiot. Knowing this ending, I have to squeeze there... and Why black hair?"

Jason was chattering there, the boy was silent, suddenly he turned his gaze out of the window and Jason stopped talking.

Because there, Medea walked here with her skirt up, her face was a little uneasy, it was definitely not because she had killed a person before, although this person offended her, he never came It must be torn to pieces by his own daughter.

She was just afraid that he would be unhappy.

Jason sighed deeply about this, and felt that he was of course worthy of being loved by everyone, but he was not worthy of being loved so profanely.

"If there is no golden arrow of Cupid, she will definitely not be so crazy."

And the reason why Cupid shoots golden arrows at her is because Jason once helped a god pretending to be a mortal out of kindness, and she also decided to reciprocate.

This one time helped to determine all his subsequent misfortunes.

The boy stood up, opened the door and walked towards Medea, he said something to her again, his face was calm and the girl tried to smile, she told him that as long as he was by his side, it didn't matter.

As long as he is still by her side.

Anyway, something has to be done, Jason said to himself.

I don't know how the guy is preparing.

Medea took nothing with her, except some potions for self-defense (which, if extended a little, could also be extended to the extent of destroying the country that treated herself and her husband in bad manners).

People all over the country were looking for them that night. People lit torches, and there was even some confusion on their faces. They didn't know how a person could do such a beastly thing.

The funeral cannot be held until tomorrow.Before that, the clothes worn by the king were symbolically restrained before his death, and no one wanted to touch his scattered limbs.

That night, under the moonlight, a person appeared on the grass where the ceremony was held. He worked very hard to put the broken bodies together, as if he was putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

He didn't wipe the sweat with the back of his hand until he was finally done with all this, making them look a little more like a person rather than a mass of unmechanized meat.

The boy's body was covered in blood, and the smile on his face looked a little smug and childish, just like a scene from a horror movie.

Under the moonlight, he has beautiful eyes like emeralds.

"It's almost like this, how can it be cut more thoroughly than her brother's before..." the young man murmured and complained.

"Every time I have to clean up the mess for her, ah, if there is no detective, what is that idiot going to do?"