Evil always comes from courage

Under the sword of justice held high by the knight, the bloated fat finally fell into a pool of blood. It stopped screaming. I closed my eyes and listened to Fili Isama's pleading in the darkness, feeling a little relieved.

She said how innocent she was, and that Lord Langbudenchot Mitchum forced her to do so. She also said how cruel he was, and how cruelly he drove away his two sons, preferring to let them go out on the street. I go to beg and become a beggar, and I don't want them to get any mercy.

She also kept begging, pestering a knight, and shamelessly told her husband Langbudenchot Mitchum's evil deeds. Even Capizzi's steward, who had served their family for many years, also He ruthlessly regarded it as a gift and gave it to the god in darkness.

I smiled bitterly. This disgusting woman, an out-and-out liar, how could her tongue not rot yet? How could her hypocritical tears not turn into boiling molten iron and burn her ugly and hypocritical face to charcoal.

She tried her best, almost chewing out the tongue, and complained and begged to the priest, but she could not escape the fate of death. The person who killed her was not a knight, but an unknown person, a mercenary.

Her narration ended abruptly, unlike Lord Langbudenchot Mitchum, who had a bloated body. It was probably because of his excessive fat that he could resist him for a moment. He was beheaded several times but did not die. I The sound of her head falling and blood spraying could be heard.

The world finally became quiet. When I woke up again, it was a different scene. I and a few old servants who had survived from the Redner Manor were crowded together in a small, gray carriage. The kind of vehicles used by caravans to transport goods are not just us here, there are also some goods also piled here.

A young man with a pockmarked face and chestnut brown hair who looked to be about the same age as my sister came over to me when he saw that I was awake and asked how I was doing.

I looked at him blankly. I didn't recognize him and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that I was dazed, he grabbed my shoulders again, made me look at his worried face, and asked again;

"Where is your sister? Why didn't I see her?"

I paused slightly, slapped his hand away, and huddled in the corner staring at the light and shadow in the cracks in the wooden boards under my feet. My expression at the moment must not be any better.

My beloved sister Rosalyn Pepper. Deyin, she died. I watched her die in front of me with my own eyes, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I originally wanted to ask what happened to Redner Manor, but at this moment, none of it is important. Yes.

The man came over again and said;

"I'm your sister's best friend. Don't you remember me?"

When he saw that I was silent and didn't answer, he spread his hands again and said;

"I knew that you really didn’t remember anyone except your sister. Rosalind Pepperdine always told me that she was the only sister in your eyes. But at any rate, I secretly sent goat milk to your sister a few times. And Pancake, even if you don’t know my name, you should still remember my appearance."

Ah! Talking about this, I have some memories. It seems that there is indeed a man with curly hair who always secretly harasses my sister and secretly sends her flowers, goat milk and pancakes. It turns out it is this guy.

I It can be seen that he likes my sister very much, but I hate him very much. Every time I see him wandering around in front of my beloved sister, which makes her laugh happily, I always feel like my sister is going to be raped. The sense of crisis that someone else had snatched away, but now, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Facing this person who exudes joy like a dog, and the face that always looks as gentle as my sister no matter which angle you look at it from. Man, I just glanced at him coldly and said lightly;

"She is dead."