At this point in the story, Jinyu abruptly stopped telling and turned her gaze to the beads reflected in the mirror that were combing her hair.

"So, bead particles." She asked meaningfully, "What do you think this girl will do next?" ”

Zhu Particle heard Jinyu's question, and although she was a little confused, she still gave her own answer.

"I don't think she's going to stop these crazy people, after all, she's not bound, but she doesn't have the power, does she...... What she should do at this time, I think it will probably be to run away. ”

Jinyu listened and smiled slightly.

"Running away?" She nodded, "There is such an answer. ”

"After all, her identity is different from these people, and she can survive in the dark, probably no different from us normal people, so she should also live a normal life, right?" Jin Yu said slowly.

"Well, that's what I thought." Zhu Particle nodded slightly, confirming Jinyu's statement.

"Well, then, I'll continue with the story." Jinyu closed her eyes and opened her mouth again to reconnect the story line that had just been disconnected.

……

On the night when the light vanished, the king's daughter, Tsuki, had seen her father turn into dust in the air, and with her father her mother.

Maybe no one will believe it, but the king of this country, the one who is least likely to disappear into dust, has really disappeared into dust and smoke.

Of course, she is the only one who knows about this.

She didn't know what it meant, but at least she knew something.

His father is dead.

Tsuki stood alone on the castle tower, watching the people below light up their own light and killing each other.

Sometimes, when she feels scared in the shadows, she also envies the innate abilities of other people, and thinks that this ability to shine light from her body is a wonderful thing.

But at this moment, looking at those who kept turning into dust, she began to feel that she didn't envy these things at all.

She just wanted to get out of this place at the moment.

After all, there was no longer a reason for her to stay here, and now the country was slowly starting to crumble into a hell of light.

But even if so, where could she go?

Growing up in this country, in this country of the polar sun, she had no idea what the outside world was like, let alone escaped.

So, having lost all hope, she could only sit obediently on the city tower, waiting for her fate to come.

But obviously, she was born with a special physique, and it seems that she will inevitably encounter those fates that only belong to her.

And those unusually cruel fates.

As she sat on the castle tower and watched the vanishing clouds of smoke, she suddenly remembered what her father had told her.

When she heard this instruction, she even laughed out loud because the content of the instruction was too untrue.

Now it seems that her laughter at that time was exchanged for her crying now.

That was when she was younger. Her father had told her something.

The country will die in his generation, and the reason for the demise is that the man who is the king can no longer provide light to the country.

It sounded ridiculous at the time.

Although it seems that this matter is very real now, it is also because people have already experienced it.

And if people want to save the country and give the next king a new thing to do, then one thing has to be done.

A very simple thing.

Sacrifice firewood to the king of the current year.

And the king who has this firewood can continue to light the fire in his heart, so that the country can continue to shine.

But.

Although this logic seems seamless, in essence, it still has a problem, a huge problem.

That's where firewood comes from.

At the end of the day, people in this country don't even know what firewood really is.

What is Firewood?

What is firewood for?

Where can it be found?

Nobody knows.

Even the oldest in the country knows nothing about the problem.

But that doesn't mean no one knows.

True, the king was the only one who knew about it.

When each king ascended the throne, they were given oracles that only they could know.

And when this oracle arrives in this office, it becomes the intelligence of firewood.

Because this era will be a time of no light, it is necessary to restart them in order for this civilization to survive.

But what exactly is the so-called firewood?

When the king heard of this, he eagerly inquired of the disembodied gods, thirsting for an answer.

And as he prayed.

His gods gave him an answer.

"Among your offspring, there will be a special child."

"This child does not emit light, nor is it affected by darkness."

"As long as this child is used as firewood, your light can survive, and the light of your country can survive."

This is a surprising answer.

But for the king, it was also a heart-wrenching answer.

It was his child, after all.

No parent can sacrifice his children to himself.

So the king was silent.

But no matter how silent he was, the gods wouldn't give him a response.

For the gods are only responsible for telling the king how to keep the state alive, and whether the king is willing to do it or not is his own business.

The king knew it in his heart.

Sacrificing one's children to oneself is not only for the brightness of one's own light, but also for the survival of the country in the future.

However, such an approach is really cruel.

Although the king had just ascended the throne at that time, such a sudden message still made him a little dazed for a while.

But after he heard it for the first time, he gradually left it in the slit of his memory.

After all, he has just ascended the throne and is not even a queen, let alone having children.

So time passed day by day, and he repeated this life day after day, and years gradually passed.

Until his wife, the Empress, informed him of the fact that she was pregnant.

The warning, or information, that he had sealed in his memory, began to slowly resurface in his mind again. 8)