There are a few days every month when my belly gets bigger

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

This is the season of light, this is the season of darkness.

His nose smelled the familiar rich fragrance, which came from an unattainable place, ethereal and unreal.

It seems to pull people into a distant and empty dream.

The silver-haired boy walked down from the tower barefoot, wearing a snow-white robe, his blue eyes were like the emerald green sky in May, and his silver hair was like the finest satin. His face was delicate and beautiful, and his temperament was elegant and elegant. noble.

Stepping on the steps made of dark black stone bricks, the boy stepped down the tower step by step.The white robe did not leave any traces, and his figure was calm and indifferent, walking forward at a leisurely pace.Even though there was boundless darkness in front of him, even though he couldn't see the slightest light in front of him——but he still took steps, walking towards the depths of the darkness.

Where is his destination?

The initial thought was still hazy, but at the moment when the thought flashed through his mind like water, Reuters was startled and almost couldn't help shouting: "Come back... come back, please, come back quickly ..."

He yelled so sternly and desperately, but the young man didn't seem to listen to him at all. His straight figure never retreated, but kept moving forward step by step.

The moment you step out of the tower, the scenery between heaven and earth also changes.

The snow-white robes turned into dirty prison clothes, jjj's ankles were like walking on blades.The wet soil was stained on the sleeves of the clothes, and someone's feet were dirty, and the blood was stained everywhere, which was shocking.However, he didn't realize it until he stepped onto the central square.

In an instant, an astonishing air wave erupted above the square, and the huge momentum shocked even the onlookers.The sound of cursing and insulting was endless.Countless people cursed his life, as if his existence was heinous——

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Go back to hell, executioner of the Qiangwei family!"

"Old dog of the nobleman, it is really cheap for you to die like this!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!!"

Until the cold and sharp knife light falls!

Until the light of the knife struck the young man's fragile neck!

Until the blood splashed all over the ground under the feet!

"--what!"

The sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence, and out of the darkness came the young Sovereign, straight up the steps of the tower.

Until the maid asked hesitantly and in surprise: "Your Majesty?"

The monarch in the darkness nodded, until the maid picked up the candlestick and saw his pale and haggard face, with thick shadows under his eyes: "Your Majesty, are you still awake? It's so late, and you still came to the tower."

Reuters smiled, or didn't.He just shook his head slightly: "I dreamed of the Moonlight Bird again."

The maid was stunned, and said softly: "Your Majesty, since the beginning of the new era, there has been no trace of the Moonlight Bird."

"New Era?" The young monarch said the name until a sharp pain seized his heart completely.At that moment, he was struck by lightning.

"Have you forgotten? On the first day of the new calendar, the singing of the moonlight bird was heard in Fei Leng Cui - the elders said that it was the blessing of the gods to His Majesty."

The maid finished the sentence softly, until she noticed that the young monarch turned even paler because of his words.The moment she finished speaking, the blood on the young man's face faded away, and he was haggard and pale like paper.

His lips were chapped from lack of moisture.

"I want to go up and have a look." Reuters whispered.

The maid was considerate and handed him the candlestick in her hand.

The young monarch of the Degas Empire was once a knight of Arlan, the son of light of the Holy See. It has already spread throughout the entire continent, and was even compiled into beautiful stories by bards. In the wind, people let people spread the word...

"Your Majesty, are you going to see His Majesty Arlan?"

The young monarch paused in his steps, and after a while, he turned sideways from a high place, his side face hidden in the shadow was blurred: "No, I'm not going to see him."

This is the tower where Arlan once lived.

Here is the tower where he himself ordered his execution.

The ethereal singing still rang in the depths of my memory, as if it had never left my side, as if the singing of the moonlight bird on that day was forever frozen at that moment.

The young Pope was held in his arms and smiled slightly at him.

The young Duke stood beside him, smiling coldly at him.

The silver-haired boy lowered his proud head and smiled indifferently at him.

……

Memories flooded in like a flood, sweeping through my mind in an instant.Reuters stepped on the cold stairs alone, and the faint candlelight pulled his body out of the long shadow.

It seems that it will go out at any time.

He can use holy light to illuminate the space in front of him, illuminate the tower, and even illuminate the entire emerald.

Yet he was unwilling to do so.

Eternal Light.

How many years ago, who raised the scepter, penetrated the dark and cold world, and gave him a little warmth?

During those long, empty, desolate and dead years, it became the only light in his life.He once hoped that that little flame would never go out, so he did not hesitate to find everyone who could blow it out.

But he was strangled by his own hands.

Reuters held the exquisite candlestick until he released the restraint, and walked into the room he was most familiar with.The interior furnishings are the same as when he left, and even the pen that fell on the ground has not changed its position.

In the glass bottle on the table, there is a white rose—but it has withered long ago.The dry petals are no longer as moist as they used to be, and they can't even find the beauty they once were.

From that day on, he left here and never wanted to come back.This area is designated as a restricted area and no one is allowed to enter.

— including himself.

The black-haired youth walked to the window.

Under the night, Fei Leng Cui was lonely and calm, she fell asleep, and she didn't seem to wake up. The moonlight like water coated the green branches and leaves with a layer of silvery white light.

But there was no sound of roses blooming.

The luxuriant branches and leaves dance with the breeze, but there is no trace of flower buds among the large green areas.As if they were born this way, as if they never bloomed.

However, in his memory, there was clearly another time.

The only time.

But people don't want to think about it anymore.

Reuters stood in front of the window for a long time, as if he had become a sculpture.The cold night wind blew over his body again and again, blowing into his chest through the skirt of his clothes, as if to blow the coldness to the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly turned around and picked up the pen on the ground.

But unexpectedly, I saw a letter under the desk. There was a small rose imprint on the lower left corner of the delicate envelope.

So familiar, every stroke and every painting, he knows how to move.

Hiding in the darkness, Reuters slowly frowned.

—He had never seen such a letter.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_ I don’t feel like it, I might rewrite it, this chapter

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