BEAUTY QUEEN

Section [-] DIEDCHILD

Everyone calls him Phaeton.

The silent smile since childhood was said to be a smile as warm as sunshine.

He has neither the ability to sacrifice nor the talent of a witch doctor. The only thing he can do is to govern this quiet and peaceful continent.Prosperous trade and rich land, God's blessings seem to be too much for a complete continent.

Left for the first time when I was 17.

He heard the will of God from the mouth of the priest.Go to the island called Moonrock and bring back the sacrifice.

He never knew that the mainland used living people to sacrifice to the gods.

He felt his fingertips turn cold when he heard the priest's indifferent voice.

The sun still rose every day and then set peacefully without any waves. Standing on the pale sandy beach, he began to doubt the so-called God for the first time.

The island was completely broken and desolate, and the living sacrifice had disappeared without a trace. He turned around and walked on to the solar boat that gradually raised its sails and moved forward slowly.

God does not bless anyone without a reason.

God's sacrifice was the branded lamb.

He stopped the child outside the arena, and he could clearly see the result even without asking the wizard or priest.

Unique BEAUTYQUEEN.

God's chosen sacrifice.

Wherever it is lost it will be found and offered up by the devout people.

And Cains said to his brother, Letus go into the field: and when they were in the field, Cain made an attack on his brother Abeland puthimtodeath.

He had seen his face years ago.

Can't forget it ever since.

The devil wandering in the lonely field smiled and said:

The sacrifice is fat, and the god is happy.

The sacrifice is fresh and tender, and the god will bless it.

The destination of lambs is the slaughterhouse, no matter how tame they are.

Lambs are born in the flock and mature lambs are drawn out by the shepherds.

He covered his face and gave the child a drink of the forgetful medicine.

I will be sure for him;

No one can change fate, he said to the boy.

I will give all the bonuses to that man for you, but you don't want to see him again.

The Lamb of God is pure and innocent and should not bear the imprint of the world.

And for your blood, which is your life, will I take payment; from every beast I will take it, and from every man will I take payment for the blood of his brother-man.

He said you should think of the world.

He said that when you drink and eat, you think that the world is hungry and thirsty, when you are sleepy, you think that the world cannot sleep peacefully, and when you are starved, you think that the world is cold and has no winter clothes.

The child was silent, and tears rolled down his eyes, which were red and swollen.

That is sin.It is a sin for a loving person to love an unlovable person.

That is the fruit of evil.

But of the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden, Godhassaid, If you take of your hands, death will come to you.

One's own destiny and others'.

The spindle of the thread is in the hand of God.

You know good and evil, you understand love, you understand cause and effect, you are no longer confused, no longer ignorant, no longer afraid, no longer silent.Then there would be no more offerings to the gods.

So the Lord God sent thim out of the garden of Edentobea worker on the earth from which hewastaken.

He drank the medicine he brought with him.The bright silver concoction is crystal clear, like a clear spring.

He asked him to bless, bless the knife maker.

He nodded in agreement, wishing the story would end there.

Iam the first and the last: Iam he that lived, and was dead; and, behold, Iamalive forevermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.

He took him back together, it was a rich continent full of sweetness.

Waiting for a sacrifice a year later.

Waiting for the day of sacrifice.

He lived in his palace, and he drank the concoction so he knew nothing.

He was silent, like a bird in winter, unwilling to do a single pointless thing, unwilling to say a word of irrelevant words.

The child before was like a sweet phantom in a dream, distant and hazy, like the moon swaying slightly in the cold pool, like the echoes floating gently in the empty valley.

He knew that everything was smashed by himself.

And now my souls poured out on me; the days of affliction have taken hold on me.

But he was unwilling.

Forwrathisthecauseofdeathtothefoolish, andhewhohasnowisdomcomestohisendthroughpassion.

So he went to the knifesmith.

He told him the truth.

He asked if you would like the sacrifice to live.

Even against God.

That which is bent may not be made straight, and that which is not otherwise may not be numbered.