Taiwan version transferred from seven nights @轻之国

Your father is the head beast – about his father, Chris heard this narrative from his mother's mouth.

He returned to the wilderness that belongs to him, and he is no longer here…She told me:

[Besides me, you have nothing. 】

[You can only have me alone in your eyes; Ru my hair, drink my blood, then live it…]

Before the age of seven, Chris was always locked up in a warehouse full of straw and firewood. He has never sunburned, and every inch of his skin is white and white, and the white is chilling. The only thing that made him feel a little comforted was that when he was facing the water, the reflection in the water looked like his beautiful mother.

– Except for my mother, I really have nothing…

Chris's body is born to be weak, and whenever winter comes, his chest will hurt and cough. At this time, the mother will always take care of him without sleep; he will not hesitate to hurt his own hand to pick up the weeds for him, and feed him to eat the steamed porridge that he had to eat for himself, and the blood that he can cough up will not be stalked. In the throat.

– If the mother is not there any day, what should I do?

Some winter morning, he woke up in his mother's arms. Opening his eyes, he looked at the face of his mother who was holding him in his arms. At this time, the mother was sleeping with a tired face. Suddenly, a chest pain that was different from the blood that caused him to cough up suddenly hit my heart.

– If the mother is gone, I am afraid that even people in the world who know that I exist are gone…

Don't worry – the mother holds his hands and says, while the lips are lightly tapped on his forehead.

Chris had a forehead and a back of his hand all climbing like red stripes. She told him that this is proof of the blood of the Orcs in his body –

[So don't worry, you are the son of the beast. Eat me – my blood, my flesh; swallow all my life into your stomach, let me be a part of your body forever…]

The louver in the warehouse reflects the moonlight, and the moon of the day is a thin, long, new moon. On the night of the new moon in the night sky, Chris's markings will be light, sinuous, with a little blue light. At the same time, a faint pain that makes people feel so sweet and tender is slowly punctured into his chest. He felt that this pain was like a call…

– In fact, Chris knows vaguely that his mother has been lying to him.

There are occasional visits by mothers. Chris was locked in the warehouse by the door latch, listening through the door to the conversation between the mother and the other party…

[—— After you have been killed from your husband, you are always alone at home…]This is a voice that looks old and somewhat hoarse. Chris always heard the voice of this person ask the mother: [I heard the voice of someone in your warehouse, what are you hiding?]

[—— You should not have lost the baby in the first place! 】

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At the age of seven, the existence of Chris was discovered by the villagers.

In the mother's screams, the threshold of the warehouse was pushed away by the crowd – this is the first time Chris saw the appearance of an adult man – several men rushed forward to press Chris on the ground. The mother's crying voice annoyingly tossed his eardrum; perhaps because of the intense fear, pain and anger in the chest, he did not realize in real time that his forehead and the back of his hands suddenly came a burning touch.

[——This guy is a beast that attracts evil! 】

An old woman who looks like an elder in the family barely opened the pair of eyes that are about to be smashed, and scornfully criticized Chris:

[You see, it is the birthmark on the forehead, this little devil will eat everyone's life, leave bad luck, and then live alone! 】

[Why didn't you kill him when he was a baby, I obviously told you to throw him into the river! 】

[Why are you secretly raising him! 】

– Why didn't you kill him? Isn't this the child you gave birth to after being enemies in the war? This is a bad omen – you said, if he brought disaster, what if the village is another What to do if the army attacked, kill him, kill him…Even though Chris’s existence was accused of being surrounded by the villagers, and he was screamed by words and became the target of throwing garbage in the hands of the people, the mother still held him tightly on his chest in an attempt to protect his safety. At this time, the body temperature that was uploaded from the mother's body was the feeling that the mother left him in the memory of Chris.

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And this evening, on the New Moon Night, the bandit group attacked the village. Every household was burned to ashes by fire. The villagers were killed, and Chris’s mother was violently violent in front of him, and was killed and killed…

He can't remember how he survived later.

That night, he picked up consciousness in the red-brown night sky with blazing fire. The thick smell of coke iron pervaded him, tears and coal dust floating in the air covered his face. Chris saw the body that fell in front of him – in addition to the mother and the villagers, there were robbers dressed in dirty old leather armor and severely distorted.

The new moon, shaped like a white claw mark, took a long time to climb the top of the night sky. Before that, Chris always sat on the ground with a sigh of relief, looking at the blood and the swaying fire everywhere on the ground. At this time, the warehouse that was raised by him from a young age, also spit out a little bit of residual fire in the fire, and began to collapse.

He couldn't stop the trembling of his knees. However, this trembling has nothing to do with the cold winter night…

motherdied……

– The mother is dead…Why am I still alive?

– Why do I leave my mother behind…Live by yourself?

– I have lost my heart with a finger…

– Let me lie on my mother's side…

– Just keep your eyes on the mother's side and sleep forever…

As a result, the roof that could no longer be supported in the fierce fire intrusion finally collapsed. Maybe soon, everything will be burned together by the raging fire…Chris tried to climb to the body of the beautiful mother, but at this time he suddenly realized that he was holding a foreign object in his hand…

– It is a giant sword.

The swords on the sides of the sword's blade are all covered with blood.Chris hurriedly searched around; the robbers scattered around were all armed with the same type of sword…So, isn't the giant sword in his hand taken from these bandits?

How was this possible? How can I do this kind of thing…

His knife is stained with blood stains on his head. Whose blood is it? Yes, why are the night thieves lying on the ground apart from the bodies of the villagers? Their throats were cut, and the leather armor of the body was cut down and the intestines flowed and the organs spilled. And how do these people die?

– Is it my kill?

– Really so…

– Why am I too late to save my mother?

– Why is my mother still dead?

– I didn't save her…

The WHY

Chris looked at the giant sword in his hand. The reflection of the fire shone with icy brilliance on the blade, sucking all the fear and inner spurs on him. The various noises that were generated when the house that had been inhabited was swallowed by the fire were gradually separated by the consciousness of concentration in his mind.

– Why am I killing them? I couldn’t save my mother at the time?

– Why is my mood so calm?

– I obviously didn't have time to save my mother…The WHY

At this point, suddenly a voice was introduced into his ear – or passed into his consciousness.

（……Eat them. )

（……Eat the fate of everyone. )

He suddenly understood that this is the voice of the beast. He watched as he held a giant sword and a pale fist because he was too hard. The totem on the back of the fist glows with glare. He reached over his forehead and a violent pain immediately burned his palm.

（……Eat them. )

（……Eat away their destiny and live alone. )

– This beast…The words spoken in the mouth are the same as the mother…

The isomorphism between the two gives Chris a sense of fear and sweetness. At this time, the mother's blood, the blood of the unknown villagers, and the blood of the bandits were all mixed together, slipping from the sword and infiltrating his fingers.

He heard the beasts licking the sound of blood, and at the same time, thinking back to what the mother had said…

– Except me, you have nothing.

– So you can only have me alone in your eyes; ru my hair, drink my blood, then live it…

However, now she is no longer there. So who does he have to eat and who to drink? Who should rely on his body temperature to feel cold? Is there such a person coming to him? Or can he meet such a person? And he…Do you have to eat this person?

– If this is the case, then he may have to let his dry throat maintain this uncomfortable touch forever, let his stomach always endure hunger; do not meet the fate of anyone, live alone alone…

Chris got up and dragged his sword and looked up at the new moon hanging high in the sky. Just as he took the first step forward, his voice came to his ear and his home was collapsed by the fire.

The embers burning in the air floated in the air, and he turned his back to the scene, step by step into the dark night.