An Apology /-09/
After a while, when Huajin looked up from the papers, he saw the boy dozing on the bed.
Putting the papers back in order, he got up from the table and walked over to the bed. She covered the boy well with a thin sheet.
"Hmm" hugging the blanket, she didn't break the habit of rubbing her head against her pillow even while asleep. He had small tears in his eyes, why had he cried so much?
She was in the same room, but she didn't even realize that she was crying. It was so quiet...
His eyes were red and swollen. Even the pillow was slightly wet.
She lay beside him and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. Compared to modern ceilings, it had a dome-like structure and was quite ornate. Even the bed...
He sighed.
He got out of bed again and left the room.
***
He slowly opened his eyes.
where am i
She wiped her face, was she crying?
The bed was quite large and comfortable, the environment was equipped with quite luxurious items.
He slowly straightened up, oh right, it was the emperor.
What a realistic world.
Enough to decide between leaving and staying.
So what if he comes back? He had no one, his master, who was his only one, died. What about going back? Revenge? No, he had already taken his revenge.
But in vain. His master would not return.
A few more tears fell on his hands as his eyes misted up. He used to be a very cowardly person.
He is so cowardly even the first time he meets his master.
It was embarrassing.
He was going to commit suicide, on top of a large mountain. After throwing himself off the mountain without thinking, he clung to a branch and cried for a long time for help.
That's how she met him.
She had saved him. Of course, he left after being told...
But he had no one to go to and nothing to do. She persistently followed him. No matter how much he ignores it.
He finally gave up and decided to take on as an apprentice.
She got out of bed wiping her tears. He looked around the room. To search for an explanation for the illusion.
Because if he used it here, he would be really injured, and if he died, he would really die. Everything was an illusion, but it would hurt. It was one of the most feared things.
Therefore, just in case, he had to find a way out first.
He looked around the room. There was nothing remarkable.
He was near the desk, and when he was intrigued by the papers, he picked it up and looked at it. The language was an ancient language. The writing is the writing of the master that he will not forget even if he dies.
What was going on? He couldn't understand.
The information contained in the paper surprised him. Even his mindset is that of the master...
The only thing that changed was his appearance.
His eyes were fixed on the calendar.
[Capital Athara...]
Athara? Capital city ?
This place really looked like an emerald palace. So was he in Amoli?
[Imperial calendar 457]
He's out of breath. Imperial calendar. The old calendar that faded into history years ago?
And the year 457?
Did it really go back thousands of years?
A thought flashed in his mind for a moment. What if it's not in illusion? What if it's not an illusion but a time crystal?
He was shaken.
No...
So how could the emperor's resemblance to his master be explained? He thought and thought and thought.
He thought of every moment he spent with his master. The tiny body was shaking again.
He fell to the ground.
There was no way it was real.
The scariest thing about illusion is that it cannot be distinguished from reality. It's like a separate world. And the person who invented it and was the only one who could predict it...
Emperor Huajin.
According to a word that has been transferred from history to history, the emperor named it something like television.
(Author: He put it in his head so he will do it aishiseuegiwn)
And it is not known how many crystals there are in the world, nor how many crystals he makes.
But he was also known to put hints in the name of an exit. It just hasn't been found so far.
He looked around. It was midnight, where was the emperor? It was like lightning flashed in his mind. It was as if he had invited a woman that night...
His chest tightened, and he rushed out of the room.
Even if it's an illusion.
He cannot accept.
***
"Why did you call me?" Amanda stared at the man in front of her as she sat down.
In a large gazebo in the garden.
Ajin sat across from him and smiled at Amanda. "Your courage is increasing day by day"
"W-what are you going to do?" He immediately became nervous, standing on the alert.
"Haha just for chat"
He opened the bottle in his right hand and filled it into his fingers.
"Don't you drink?"
"I can't drink," Amanda refused. She was afraid she would get drunk and jump on the emperor and curse.
"Okay," she shrugged, pondering her filled glass.
"Doctor, do you know anything about poisons?"
"No." Amanda looked at him with a strange feeling. "Are you poisoned?"
He was disturbed by the presence of poison in the set of "Not, but it may be soon". She didn't want to carry a bomb that could explode at any moment.
"Actually yes," another poison was present in his body. It's a kind of drug that triggers his anger and makes him lose control.
He was distracted for a moment, it was the servants who gave him this medicine. His mother's servants.
She tried so hard to make a fortune on it and eventually she died because of that money. His greed was costly.
In his previous life, before Afeng interfered with him. He remembers that moment.
He was crazy, he thought money was everywhere. In the end, she threw herself from the balcony in the name of the paradise she loved so much.
No, there was a pool of money in front of him in his eyes, but if only he could realize that it was just a dream.
He was abused many times as a child. At home, in the royal family when he leaves home. All manner of contempt, oppression, and drugs had driven him insane.
Although he seemed normal, he knew that his mentality was different from everyone else's. It's normal to have different people, he just ignored this situation as he didn't care.
"What kind of poison?" Amanda got serious.
"Obviously it's more of a drug. It'll destabilize my mental health first, and then it'll work its way through my body. It's a kind of drug that brings me closer to death by torture piece by piece.
Amanda took a deep breath.
He remembered, of course, even if he didn't die in battle when Huajin Amoli was destroyed, he only had 7 years left according to the book. He knows this medicine...it was given by the maids.
He clearly didn't care as I wrote this. It was fiction anyway, and readers particularly enjoyed the suffering of the villain. Therefore, he did not hesitate to write such details.
But now things have changed...
In the face of blood...
"I'm sorry," he bowed his head, his voice muffled. He had a hard time saying it. Actually, Huajin was not such a bad person. He only dealt with it, but never harmed it, and protected it by taking responsibility for it.
"Sorry" was a very difficult apology. So hard...
He had officially determined his fate, he regretted it. He was really sorry. Especially when he was the one who thought about Huajin's past and wrote one by one..
"It's okay," he relaxed the glass to his head.
He thought of the things he wrote about his childhood. His chest was tight, he didn't care. He just wanted to stand up and comfort her. He did it without thinking.
Huajin was shaken by the sudden body hugging him. Without noticing the instant feeling of warmth within.
-To be continued-