first commandment

Maybe humans don't want freedom at all.

Jung suddenly had such an idea.

In a dark corner away from the spotlight, he is like a nocturnal beast taking a nap, fiddling with his fingers in an inherently leisurely manner, which is incompatible with the tense interrogation scene not far away.

Sitting in the position of the person under trial was the principal culprit of the shooting incident that happened not long ago.A young man who just turned 20 years old, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, was surprisingly mediocre, only the unknown source of violence on his face made him look a little different.

In addition to Jung who was sitting in the shadows, there were two other earls in the interrogation room.Unlike Jung, they performed their duties in this depressing interrogation room, sitting upright with a pair of ashen and solemn faces, sometimes looking up at the expression of the prisoner, and sometimes looking down at the documents in their hands .

The questions they asked the prisoners were nothing more than background, motives and details of the crime.Such a shooting incident often occurs under the current tense situation. It stands to reason that it is not necessary for the three earls to conduct interrogation at the same time. However, considering the identity of the victim, this seemingly ordinary case has become very serious.

Ten days earlier, Flora, who was attending a meeting, was shot as she got out of her car.The prisoner was hidden in the crowd and was controlled by the guards after three bullets fired.

Jung recalled the situation at that time with palpitations.Fortunately, Flora was protected by Slein beside her and was not injured, but her getting hurt was not what worried him the most.

What he was worried about was that the person who hurt her would be such a fool.

The stupidity of the prisoner is almost invincible.The image of good things ruined by this filth filled him with horror and nausea.My heart suddenly felt itchy, but I couldn't scratch it.He suddenly became agitated, stopped what he was doing and stood up abruptly.

"She said it so beautifully! Let's pursue freedom and dreams, and said that everyone has the right to happiness!"

As Jung walked towards the interrogation seat, the roar of the prisoner reflected off the cold metal wall.

"It's all fart! Now everyone is ready, war is the will of the people, it is justice! What about her? Take all the words she said as release—"

A heavy blow interrupted the prisoner's charge.The sound of the beating on the flesh and blood was crisp and clear, as if a wooden stick that was neither thick nor thin was broken.

Jung flicked his right hand and stood up straight.He looked at the prisoner whose face had been punched to one side, and suddenly smiled.Under the spotlight, his dark red eyes flickered slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on it, like a black forest in a red moon night.

"Your Excellency Jung..."

The two sitting earls behind him finally came to their senses and wanted to remind him that the current law does not allow such treatment of prisoners.But before they finished speaking, Jung pulled up the young man's hair again, speaking with a smile and trembling slightly:

"Huh? So that's why you shot an innocent woman?"

"..."

The prisoner, who had been mad just now, was silent now.It wasn't that hearing Jung's words awakened his inner conscience and made him feel guilty—in fact, he didn't even understand what Jung was saying at all.His sudden reaction was because he saw Jung's eyes.

Even though he was under the strong light, he felt a shudder all over his body.

The source of that burst of fear was very primitive and simple.Only beasts can only talk to beasts, and at this time he vaguely sensed that the person standing in front of him was different from the two civilized puppets behind him, and was a beast even bigger and more ferocious... The crimson eyes told him so.

Seeing the dumbfounded look of the prisoner, the anger in Jung's heart suddenly dissipated for some reason.

It's just that he showed his fangs a little and made a threat, and he was frightened like this.

Quite bored, he let go of his hand.

Flora lying on the bedside suddenly opened her eyes.

Someone was touching her hair, and she looked up to see Slein smiling, half asleep.

If you ignore the faintly exposed bandages at the hem of the clothes with that light-hearted smile, you can only look at him as if he just woke up from a dream.

Seeing him laughing so heartlessly, as if he really didn't know how serious the matter was, the uneasiness and fear that Flora had been holding back for the past few days turned into grievance in an instant.

Before Slein could say anything in the future, he saw that Flora's stunned face gradually changed into a vivid expression: her brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of her mouth drooped.She clenched the quilt tightly with one hand, and then her green eyes were filled with water vapor, and a few teardrops slid down and landed on the white sheets and the back of her hands.

"Flora?..." Slein, who couldn't understand the situation, suddenly panicked.

Flora shook her head and said nothing, she blinked her eyes, her long and dense golden eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.She pressed his hand to her face and wiped it as a handkerchief, but the tears kept falling.

This kind of crying is too weird, just tears flow without saying a word.Slein wanted to straighten up and hug her, but found that he couldn't move the left side of his body at all.

"...Don't move around, it's still not good."

In order to suppress the choking, she lowered her voice, her voice was soft and soft, and a little hoarse.Slein felt even more uncomfortable when he heard that.

"Don't cry, it's good that you're fine..." He said, wiping away the tears that had just formed from the corners of her eyes.

She shook her head again, as if remembering something.So the choking got worse, and the voice became lower and lower, like someone who just woke up was telling a nightmare.

"...you don't know how scared I am."

... To be honest, she doesn't remember very clearly what happened that day.

I only remember that I subconsciously glanced at the crowd, and I caught a pair of cold and vicious eyes sharply.

Even before the ominous premonition arose, the gunshots started.Someone stood in front of her, and the guards arrived quickly, and the nervous command and exclamation of the crowd lingered in her ears.

She quickly realized that there was no pain but her eyes were bright red.

The figure in front of her leaned on her shoulder, and she slowly knelt down on the ground hugging him.As if picking up the broken pieces, she hugged his body and stroked his hair and face, but no matter how hard she tried to wake him up, it was all in vain.

At that moment, she was hollowed out, and what gradually filled her body was the cold fear that made her feel as if she was suffocated by being buried alive in the soil.

It still terrified her to think about that feeling.She thought she was shaking all over, but she wasn't.But that would be worse, because it was better to tremble than not—at least she would know she was alive.

……

But fortunately, fortunately.

Flora rubbed her cheek against Slaine's hand like a cat claiming ownership.

It's not that she didn't expect such a vicious incident to happen, but the imaginary victim has always been herself, not him.The feeling that everything is really shown in front of your eyes is beyond imagination.

In any case, she didn't want to experience what happened that day again.

"...No one can take you away from me."

Her determined voice sounded even vicious, but Slaine laughed.

"It's just that you're fine." He repeated the same words again, but the meaning in the words was slightly different from the previous one.

Flora didn't speak, she rubbed against him again, but she didn't think it was enough, so she turned her face away and kissed his palm in the end.

He felt itchy, unconsciously raised his index finger, and scratched on her lips.

Flora showed a faint smile, stroking his arm with her slender and soft hands, and pulled down the sleeves, and put her face on his arm, her lips touching the inner blood vessels.Slein flicked her somewhat messy golden hair.

Slein raised his eyes to look at him, a pair of clear green eyes that had just been wet with tears, were still watery, and the eye sockets were reddish.

Those eyes were full of confusion.

What to do next?She couldn't help thinking.She has vaguely realized that she can't live like before.

Her mind was in a mess, but she couldn't even figure out where the problem was, let alone solve it.

"...It can't go on like this."

She hugged his arm and frowned for a long time, only to come to such a conclusion in the end.

Slein stroked her hair again.

"It's okay, we can take our time..." he said.

"No!" She was suddenly a little scared, and interrupted him anxiously, "I don't have that much time, I don't want to... I have been thinking about it every day when you haven't woken up, maybe one day you will suddenly disappear."

"No, no."

His reassurance didn't help because it was just reassurance.What she urgently needs at this time is not comfort, but countermeasures.

Whenever she thinks back to the eyes of the shooter she saw that day, it feels like a thorn in her back.Like an ice thorn across her heart, she was so cold that she woke up from the dream she had been having all along.

At that moment she wanted to run away.

In fact, she always wanted to escape, but she was shackled by the shackles called "duty" and "obligation", and never thought of rebelling.

But at that moment, fear made her break free from all restraints.It turned out that parting would come so suddenly, and it turned out that she might lose him at any time.

Everything became irrelevant, she only wanted him to be with her.Because that was the only happiness she could imagine.

"What do you think? Don't worry, just tell me." He tried to persuade.

But it was in vain, she fixed her eyes on the white sheets in frustration.

Even in front of Slein, Flora rarely showed her weak side.The feeling of being needed and depended on was warm, and he couldn't help but squeeze her hand tightly.

"...I don't want to leave you." Flora muttered, "As long as I can be with you. I don't want anything else."

"Yeah," Slay replied, feeling a prick somewhere in his heart.He vaguely felt that he had been waiting for someone to say this to him. "...Then would you like to go with me?"

"……Walk?"

Flora raised her head, frowning hesitantly, with a tear on her eyelashes.He could predict that she must have thought of the mission she was born with.

What kind of panic will Weisser fall into after losing the heir who has the right to start Aldonah?Her hesitation is not without reason, and he also understands this reason... But is there no other way?

Slein thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter was not without room for maneuver.

"When I recover, let's go on vacation together." He said with a relaxed smile.

"Vacation?"

The sudden proposal made her dumbfounded, and the tears hanging from her eyelashes fell down and barely brushed her cheeks.

He nodded.

"Yes, vacation. I will accompany you, just the two of us... Where do you want to go? To see the sea, or the aurora? The endless desert, or the continuous lavender field? There are groups of colorful macaws perched on the cliff, Or an ancient tree with a thousand-year lifespan? Or go to the southern country, where there are brightly colored flowers, break open the coconuts on the trees and drink the coconut juice inside, and you can dive to see coral reefs and groups of tropical fish..."

He described many scenes that he had seen or never seen before, and she listened to his description raptly, constructing rough images like children's paintings in her mind based on his words.It was another world she had never heard of.

He liked the way she looked, like a little girl listening to a bedtime story.Now she has faded away from her childish round outline, but no matter how many years pass, in the deepest part of his heart, she will always be the Alice who fearlessly broke into his dark gray dream.If possible, he is willing to give everything to build a beautiful dream for her, where she can forget her worries forever and live happily.

……

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt flustered, afraid that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to bring her happiness.But when he held her soft little hand tightly, a steady stream of power suddenly poured into his heart, filling him with courage and vitality.

"Let's go together? Okay? ... We'll find the answer together."

Slein lowered his head slightly, meeting her empty gaze.A strand of hair slid to his eyes following his movements.

Flora showed a sweet smile as if she had just woken up from a dream, and pulled out her hand to smooth his hair.

"...Well, let's go together."

She agreed softly.

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The synopsis is from the lyrics.

Sorry...the update is so late.

As soon as I was on vacation, I was busy with various things, because it was an important event related to the future, so I didn't have the energy and leisure to think about the update...

HE is an open ending, and the answers found during the journey are uncertain.

Maybe I decided to go back to fulfill my due responsibilities in the end, and the final outcome is about the same as BE.

It is also possible that because life is too short + seeing through human nature, one may abandon responsibility in order to grasp one's own happiness.But this will probably drown in saliva (

Which do you like?

Next is the parallel world episode, everyone becomes ordinary people... I can't help but want to stew meat when I think of ignorant teenagers and girls!

The continuation of the fairy tale