The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

In the 83 years of Arthur Wellesley's long life, it can be said that he has enjoyed all the honors.

All Europeans knew his name, admired his exploits, and all mentioned him with admiration.

Everyone thinks that he is a benevolent commander, with a kind heart, compassion in his pure blue eyes, a man who is almost perfect and impeccable, the blade of his commanding sword is never stained with innocent blood.

He never expressed strong love or hatred for anyone, and he was not surprised by favor or humiliation. Even in the face of his enemies, he was always calm and composed. His white face could hardly distinguish between emotions and anger, and he was as calm as an apostle of Almighty God.

No one thought he was a badass.

It's a pity that he is.

He likes the bloody smell on the battlefield, which reminds him of the rustling sound of the wings of the soul rubbing against the branches and leaves under the apple tree in Paradise, which makes his nerves tremble and feel comfortable.

Especially when he heard the bullets being fired and the gunfire roaring, his mind was particularly excited, and he even enjoyed it irresistibly.

He both loathes war and craves it so morbidly.Like a hungry child frantically licking hard-earned candy, only on the battlefield will he be truly satisfied.

And when witnessing the death of a young life, he will shed two crocodile tears, so as to win the reputation of being respected by the soldiers around him.

There is no difference between heaven and hell. Arthur believes that it is a romantic execution ground that should have existed since the birth of the universe. It is not only the burial of human corpses, but also the origin of new heroic hymns.

He is secretly delighted by his secret hobbies that are not known to the public, but he often inevitably falls into self-condemnation.But this contradiction just constitutes a complete him.

He is both evil and kind, not extremely bad, and he is definitely not a good person in the traditional sense. Both good and evil are not pure enough, which makes him suffer even more.

So he later found that he had inevitably fallen into a terrible love for his sister.

Like a needle-thin barb piercing into the neck, knowing the taboo, the deeper the thorn, the deeper the more fascinating, leading him to explore more mysterious caves involuntarily.

He hoped to find the missing other half from Ivy, and realized that she is also intertwined with good and evil, and neither good nor bad is complete. She uses power and desire as dew and interests as nectar, grows in the dark night full of thorns, and sucks greedily. Drinking the juice, just to satisfy the wanton desire in my heart.

No matter who it is, it is easy to be attracted to similar people.So he chose to connive blindly, encourage all her actions, and faithfully keep her secret.

At first, he regarded this as a normal pampering between siblings.

But gradually, Arthur found that this emotion had turned into a terrible desire for control. He couldn't tolerate other men around his sister, and that would make him extremely irritable.

He even imagined the scene of shooting the latter to the ground in a duel in his mind, and got a little comfort from it.

He interpreted his marriage as behavioral infidelity, but he was still devoted to Ivy in his heart, trying to get rid of the suffering and distress he had suffered, but he was unwilling to let this "betrayal" bring her unhappiness. Joy.

However, when he realized that she didn't feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, he was more distressed than before.

She didn't seem to care about his marriage, let alone who he liked.

This made him hate Kevin Clarence even more.Although he was a close friend in the past, but later only loathes remained.

So when the young duke was trapped in the field of battle, Arthur not only stood by, but secretly rejoiced at the desperate situation he had found himself in.

The beast hiding in the body crazily clamored for the master's indifference, and Arthur's pupils were stained scarlet with boundless blood. He stretched out his arm and bit down on the flesh.

In fact, if only he had sent rescuers 10 minutes earlier, the young Duke could have survived.

However, although he finally chose to help, it was already too late.

So after hearing the unfortunate news, he shed two more tears symbolizing kindness, trembling his tall fingers, and personally sent a telegram notifying him of his death in battle.

He knew that this frightening obsession would ruin his reputation, and everyone would spurn his psychopathic frenzy.So he can't let anyone peep into this emotion.

But he had to continue pretending to be a beloved figure, naming his eldest daughter Ivy, and only dared to call his younger sister's name affectionately on such occasions.

He stubbornly believed that the root of all this pain was that he fell in love with his sister.

If it weren't for this identity, he would be much happier than he is now.

However he has a secret.

He buried this secret for decades like burying it in soil, letting it turn into tiny invisible microorganisms with the passage of time.It only penetrated into his skin and heart, scratching and scratching densely.

It is like a rope that can never be shaken off, obstinately binding his body with invisible materials, forcing him to control his desires, but like a blaze of hatred and jealousy, it provokes him to hide in the gentleness The anger under the disguise ignites the natural fire under the calm sea.

Ivy is not his own sister.

The real Ivy Wellesley is dead.Died of a sudden outbreak of disease at the age of 15.

She was lying on a bed in the dormitory of the boarding school, dying, and when she was dying, the school's grade director sent a letter to Mornington Manor, and Arthur was the first to receive the news.

He used to be pure and filial, knowing that this bad news would bring a great blow to his mother, who had hoped for a daughter to become a phoenix.

So he quietly picked up his younger sister from school, and rented a room outside without fear of the epidemic, and used all his savings to hire a doctor to treat his younger sister.

However, the girl only survived for a week before passing away under the sad eyes of her brother.

He quietly buried his sister in a church in the suburbs, preparing to find the right time to tell his mother about the misfortune, and planted roses in front of his sister's tombstone.

When he was about to return home, he saw a chestnut-haired girl in a white dress descend from the sky.

She fell on her back just like this, like a bird falling in the sky, he opened his hands without hesitation, and caught her in time.

The huge recoil caused him to fall to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick lawn under him. He stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and patted his dust-spattered trousers.Then he saw the girl standing in front of him in astonishment.

Her face was exactly the same as Ivy's, and even her eyes were the same cornflower blue, which happened to reflect her tranced face clearly.

"Who are you?"

The girl looked blankly at the blond youth in front of her, her tone was both surprised and unceremonious.

But he bent his lips gently and smiled at her: "Sister, it's time for us to go home."

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