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"Bang" "Bang" "

In those heartbeats, mixed with Arthur's voice, along with the heartbeat, repeated like an echo.

Witt couldn't believe it.

Is this what Arthur said? Is this what is said to me? No, no, it can't be, it's not Arthur who said that, Arthur can't say such things to me, he will always respect me, he will always need my help, he needs my care, Arthur can't live without me, he can't live without me!

Werther instantly drew a new arrow, mounted the bowstring, and aimed it at Arthur.

Arthur has returned to the battle with the prisoners.

Werther gasped and watched Arthur, who was being targeted by the arrow, wielding a silver sword, like a fearless warrior, like a beast of infinite strength, fighting and winning.

What am I doing?

Werther felt his hands tremble. Because the hand is shaking, the bowstring is shaking.

This has never happened before. Witt was shocked. He turned his head slowly, looking at his trembling hands and the shaking bowstrings.

What the hell am I doing!?

Werther gasped even harder. Despite the shaking of his hands and the shaking of his bowstrings, he aimed the arrow, once again, at Arthur.

Werther remembered. At that time, in the stands, when I saw Arthur's swordsmanship, and saw him with heavy chains on his hands, facing nearly a hundred heinous death row prisoners alone, I knew that Arthur had always had reservations about himself.

At that time, I recalled that he and Arthur had fought countless times since I was a child, and remembered that every time, Arthur would grin and pester himself after losing, asking to compete again in a few days.

All teaching, care, is born from lies, all acting.

"How can you do this to me, Arthur?" Werther's eyes turned red and his lips trembled slightly, "I was supposed to be your everything." ”

The hand that drew the bowstring trembled even more.

Witt suddenly heard a whisper.

"As you can see, he has been deceiving you, has been teasing you, you should have been a hundred times stronger than him, but he confused you and made you think that you are strong, it was he who deliberately delayed you and prevented you from becoming stronger."

Monlora, the scarlet witch, approached Werther, her bewitching hand on Werther's shoulder, her towering chest against Werther's arm, and her scented head next to Werther's ear.

"He never loved you as much as he appeared, he laughed at your stupidity behind his back, he laughed at your incompetence, he laughed at your weakness. You are just his pedal, and when he thinks you are useless, too weak, and a burden, he will throw you on the side of the road at any time, like any piece of garbage. ”

Werther's eyes were bloodshot and tearful, and finally, the tears rolled out of his eyes and rolled down.

"What are you waiting for? You are a natural leader, you know that you are the only leader of the team, everyone should follow you, Arthur is always under you, he can only be under you, can only be led by you, follow your orders. ”

Monlora stroked Werther's face and caught the falling tears with the back of her fingers.

"Oh, poor Werther, no one understands you, why is that? Why doesn't Arthur just be your little brother? Why is he a contractor? Why is he always the most special? Why did he win the hearts of all? ”

"That's enough......" Werther slowly closed his eyes.

But the witch's murmuring didn't stop.

"Why did he take Nain's heart so easily......"

"Enough!" At the same time, Werther opened his teary eyes, and under the sudden sharp gaze, the hand pulling the string was instantly released, and the arrow shot out, through the gap between the prisoners and prisoners, and straight into Arthur's heart.

Witt watched Arthur look at himself in shock, stretched out his hand, but couldn't reach anything, and could only fall weakly.

After the fall, Arthur became the plaything of the prisoners, his body was torn, cut, and divided, and the prisoners coaxed a part of Arthur's body, holding it up and shouting excitedly.

Monlora smiled in Werther's ear: "What a wicked and filthy desire, Vitte Rowe, do you want to be his eternal sun?" Thinking of being able to kill him? ”

Witt drew his dagger as he turned, stabbing Monlora in the heart.

"You seductive and depraved demon!" Witt drew a new bow and aimed it at Monlora.

Blood did not appear.

Monlora still smiled, "If you know I'm tempting you to fall, why do you want to continue, Witte Rowe." ”

Werther was about to shoot an arrow, but the witch raised her sleeves, and the world suddenly fell into darkness, and only the witch had light to be seen.

Werther was stunned, he felt that the space he was in was shrinking, it was clear that there was darkness all around, he couldn't see anything but the witch, but he could clearly feel that the surroundings were compressing.

He was compressed in the dark, like he was being compressed in a box that was soft on all sides.

Then the soft surroundings suddenly turned a visible red, and Witt soon realized that the red was the red dress of the witch Monlora, who was being squeezed and covered by the witch's long skirt.

And the scarlet witch connected by the long skirt, just a meter away, floating in the dark, there is no dagger on her heart, and there is no trace of damage to the dress, she exists there, forever graceful and luxurious, forever elegant and majestic, mysterious and charming smile like the key to control the world.

There, she was like a god.

Obviously in such a strange state, there was still Arthur's voice in Werther's "thump" heart.

"Ahh Witt threw away his bow and arrows, hugged his head and curled up on the ground, "Arthur, ahh Arthur! Arthur! Arthur, where are you!? Arthur! Arthur come and save me! ”

"What a poor child." Monlora came to Witt's side, hugged his body, and once again put it to his ear, "I understand you, Arthur is not worthy of everything you have done for him, he is not worthy of you to pay for him, he does not deserve to have you, let alone lead the team, he is not qualified, the only person who is qualified is you, Witte Rowe, you are the only one who can lead everyone, you want Arthur to return to the way he was when he was in the border forest, right?" ”

Witt knew that he was in witch magic now, and he couldn't trust his eyes, he couldn't obey his ears.

But Arthur's voice kept coming from his heart, and the image of Arthur's arrow kept appearing in front of him, and Witt felt that his consciousness seemed to have lost its effect.

He covered his ears, curled up as much as he could, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried to cut everything off.

But the voice in my heart and the images imprinted in my mind still linger.

Werther finally knew what scared him more than death.