If you break your oath, you will not be reborn forever. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the woman's evil wish to me, and it was the last thing she said to me.

Not long after that day, she died.

To be honest, I didn't expect her to die so soon. Even though she looked sick, I always thought it was just a sign of bad health.

On the day of the funeral, it was raining lightly, and Rand was crying profusely, while the other people present at the funeral did not show any sadness. From the accounts of others, I vaguely learned that her name was Catherine, and that she was still a prophet, so it is very likely that the oath she spoke of was some kind of contract, which controlled my behavior through some kind of condition and price. I don't know why she chose me. Although it still makes me palpitate to think about what she did to me, it's strange that I don't really hate her, perhaps because she's at least a good mother. And I, I've never seen my mother.

The sky was a little gloomy, and the atmosphere was a little oppressive.

I couldn't help but look up at the sky, and in addition to the dense dark clouds, I could vaguely see the floating continent of Adelan through the cracks in the clouds. Because it is the residence of the Protoss, the people here also call it "God's Domain".

It is said that the prophet is a descendant of the gods and humans, so Catherine may have the same mind as the gods, or maybe her soul has returned to the gods. I don't know why, but even though the woman was unpredictable and had cast a spell on me, I didn't really hate her. I think it's probably because I agree with her behavior to some extent, and there seems to be some strange resonance at work between me and her.

It's raining harder.

All of us returned to our respective carriages. After getting into the car, Rand still cried. I looked at him a little overwhelmed.

In some ways, the queen treats me well. Although Rand was still young, she still made me his retainer early, and the retainers of the royal family are generally qualified to be nobles. The king, who had always called me "little bastard", had always looked at me unpleasantly, but for the sake of Rand and the queen's face, he still agreed.

In other words, Rand became the only person I could rely on now. Fortunately, he has a gentle temper and personality, and has always been very good to me, but there seems to be some kind of inexplicable estrangement between me and him.

In all fairness, he saved my life and gave me a life that I never dared to imagine before, and I deserve to give everything to repay him. But I don't know if it's because of the evil wishes that the queen made on me, I felt that we were not equal and heart-to-heart, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Although I knew in my heart that there was an impossible gap between myself and his class, and that his attitude towards me could be regarded as a gift, I just felt unspeakably awkward, and I knew that it was my last pitiful pride that was at work.

After returning to the palace, Rand finally recovered a little. He was a soft-hearted child, but perhaps, as the queen said, he was a little weak in this palace full of monsters. Just at the funeral, through the eyes of the people, I could more or less feel their viciousness, treachery and indifference. Rand is like a delicate little flower that stays alone in this cannibalistic place, facing unimaginable crises all the time. The two of us are a symbiosis of fate, and for this alone, I also have to protect his safety, and only by preserving him can I live myself. Although I don't have anything right now, the time is not so urgent.

For those who have intentions against Rand, he is still just a child and will not pose any threat to them, so they will not do anything to Rand for the time being, but it is difficult to say what we will face in the future. And the curse that Catherine put on me, which also weighed down on my heart like a big stone and kept me awake at night.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious when I thought about it, and Rand looked at me anxiously, and thought that I was stimulated by the Queen's death, and in turn comforted me not to think about it.

At that moment, I was full of guilt in the face of Rand's feelings.

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After about half a month, my injuries are almost healed. This week, I will go to the same school as Rand as a retainer according to the arrangement made by the queen before her death. Although I've always lived a low-end life, the good thing is that old Kamel once taught me to write, so although I don't understand a lot of things, at least I don't have to start from scratch.

The school I'm going to attend is the Royal War College. This school is the largest royal academy in Salandya, and most of the students in it are the children of the nobility, and even if there are occasional commoners, they are talented people who are attached to the power of the nobility.

It was a completely different experience for me. Although Rand reassured me early in the morning not to be nervous, I was still so nervous that I was suffocating when I actually stepped into the threshold of the classroom. Because I understand that the woman's arrangement is definitely not only to make me a literate retinue, she wants me to get in touch with Rand's social circle early and grasp everything around him in advance.

So when I stood in front of the hall and everyone was looking at me, I was also observing the students. Most of these students were richly dressed, and there was an unstoppable pride in their eyes, and although some of them showed disdain for me, they were not very obvious. But what I care more about is that there are a small number of other people, although they are dressed in the same way as others, but their eyes are often evasive, or there is some inexplicable meaning.

Civilian.

I immediately made a conclusion about those people in my mind.

The days that followed were relatively peaceful, and nothing major happened. Although there are occasional small frictions between the commoners and nobles in the class that I can't see but feel, because Rand won't get involved in these messy things, it doesn't have any impact on my life, I just need to take care of myself and make up for my previous homework. During this time, Rand has been very careful to teach me and help me, so that sometimes I have the illusion that we are "really" friends, and I am a little lax in dealing with people. But then something happened that made me really realize how innocent and ignorant I was.

It was after a history of magic lesson. Although I have only recently arrived and do not know much about the various races and spells that inhabit this continent, my achievements have gradually reached the upper reaches as I work hard. Rand, on the other hand, is much more serious in class, and his grades have always been at the top, but it is another student who often takes first place in the class. The student was a civilian.

Most of the commoner children in the school are attached to aristocratic families, and these nobles are cultivating useful talents for their children's future power. But the aristocratic family also has their own children, and those aristocratic children also have to make good connections with other noble children by going to school. This creates an inevitable phenomenon in which there will always be children of the nobility and commoners from the same family in the same grades, and there will always be inevitable comparisons between these children. And the civilian child who has been the first in the class all year round is attached to the Smart family.

As a result, the children of the aristocratic family complained a lot about the commoner, and they could not accept that the lowly commoner could do better than them in many ways. But case after case again confirms this fact. Finally one day, the children of the nobility broke out.

When I found the civilian child, he had been soaking in the pool in the back garden of the academy for three days and three nights. After looking at his puffy limbs and black and purple face, I had nightmares for half a month. And the aristocratic child, who was also from the Smart family, insisted that I had killed him and thrown him into the pool. Although the head of the academy did not embarrass me too much for the sake of Rand when he investigated later, through that incident, I deeply understood the weakness of the common people in such a complex social system, this is an unequal world, and this is an extension of the struggle between various aristocratic forces in reality. If it weren't for Rand's connection, I might have died on death row in the Empire because I was framed. Most of the nobles were conceited and cautious, and they looked down on the commoners in their hearts, treating them as ants.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a faint pain in my heart: if I want to continue to live in such an environment, it is not easier than trying to survive outside with a bite of food.