His Highness • Confession

- I'm a clockwork-broken machine.

Born with the love of his parents, he lived in the sun for a long time. Maybe it's a blessing – and I can't remember it anymore. After all, it's easy to forget about feeling this thing.

Don't talk about it.

Suffice it to know that I had greedily enjoyed my parents' pampering fifth thought, and the two of them went on adventures from place to place. And I didn't complain or feel anything about it.

Believe in the power of the Bloodline. Generally speaking, I am self-conscious around the age of three, so I am grateful that my parents can still waste their time giving me warmth—the blood clan is in the company of the devil (if you lose your soul, you don't deserve affection). But I'm so guilty that I can't get the same emotion back.

I'm sorry. Maybe the blood clan is inherently affectionate, and they only take it as their responsibility to raise children, and they will be separated at the end of the year. I'm probably no exception.

So I was separated from my parents for a while.

There were a few years in between. It was probably five or six years, I don't remember exactly. Anyway, after a long time, I saw my mother again, who was in a coma.

I received her as the young master of the Olleg, who was wearing a small tuxedo at the time, and she probably had immaturity written on her face.

I took her and looked after her for the night. She woke up the next day and was silent, I couldn't figure out what she had been through, and I didn't want to ask why my father wasn't with me. What she wants to say, I will know.

In the end, we did live together again. Occasionally, I would hear a few messages, probably about my father. I didn't pay attention to it, though.

Mother seems to have changed. Although he was still silent, he was getting better and better for me, and he seemed to be able to pick up more energy and focus on taking care of me.

Even though I didn't need anyone to take care of me at the time. But my mother's kindness could not be ignored or ignored, so she often helped me solve problems or help me practice spells.

I've still gotten a lot of improvement. For that, I am very grateful.

It also makes me feel like I'm still being missed by God. Children who receive attention are always happy, and I couldn't escape the constraints of this thought at that time.

My mother's death was something I could not have predicted. One night after living with me for more than ten years, he passed away quietly. It wasn't sudden, and it was perhaps foreshadowed.

It can be seen from her increasingly haggard but forceful smile, from her negative attitude, etc. Then it dawned on me that my mother had always had a knot in her heart.

A trace of sadness flowed into the long-dried heart and penetrated deeply. I don't know if it's for the mother's mourning, or the guilt of being a son.

Anyway, I came to my mother's bedside, and her soft hands held me, and her face was bloodied. I heard her hoarse voice, which was haggard and dim from the normal blood, and she said, let me ask my father in the divine realm.

I nodded for some mixed feelings.

My mother's grip on me showed signs of loosening, and I was a little shocked and dazed. It wasn't until that hand was completely down that my heart cried out and told me, "Your mother has died, and the mother who has always cared for you is leaving you forever!" ”

I sent my mother away.

What's next? I don't know. After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly occurred to me that I had agreed to my mother's request to enter the divine realm, and by this time the gods had sealed the gate.

I found my goal again, that is, to open the door of God, ascend to the divine realm, to meet my long-lost father, and ask my mother everything clearly. That's my duty and why I'm alive.

I probably didn't think about myself. I didn't have time to think about anything.

Because then the war came.

For the sake of the blood clan, I, who am already a prince, must take that responsibility, rush out with the blood clan order, and stand in the first place.

For the sake of victory, by any means, for behind me stand my people. I had to stand up to the front.

This is what my parents taught me before. I kept remembering and reiterating these rules in my heart, as if to remind me that I was alive and had a reason to live.

Apparently my misanthropy has reached a certain point. There are traces of this.

If you could gain eternal life, but the price behind it would be to be condemned and excluded forever, to live in darkness, to lose all your humanity, I think it would probably be a sin.

I don't want to go into the rest of the details – it would be a waste of my time eating.

Then came the victory of the war, but I ignored the potential crisis because of a moment of pride, and I had to sleep for thousands of years. When I woke up, everything was unrecognizable – but my teacher was still there.

He is an elegant and noble bloodline. I can't skimp on compliments on him because of time, he is my mentor on the road. Including some of the words of the later period and Nuo, they are all from the teachings of this teacher.

Then I won't say anything more.

After that, I began to ask around for the lost keys (the losses in that war were very serious, the keys to the four realms were destroyed, and the only human key was unfortunately missing). I inquired for more than a thousand years, but found nothing.

But I'm alive forever and I don't care too much about it.

At the same time, I am also learning about the world now. Seeing that the Demon King was only sealed, and the human world was not peaceful, I already expected the future situation. Therefore, the layout began early.

Later, after listening to the words of the elders (who are on the same level as my father), I went to the Magic University and met my Nuo. I was in a period of weakness and was in desperate need of a supply of blood, so I had to suck a human lady.

She just barged in.

When I first woke up, I was disgusted by people intruding into my private territory, and for a moment I classified Nuo as a rude. It just so happened that I had successfully cultivated the secret method, and when I was interested, I used the spell.

Finding it useless for her.

I was a little impressed by her specialness. Because she accidentally cut her skin during the fight, blood flowed out. It's fragrant and inviting.

I also obey my own heart.

was undoubtedly "taught" by her. I was very unhappy. But thinking of the task given to me by the elder, coupled with my inexplicable familiarity with her, for various reasons, I still chose to approach her. and to do their duty to protect her.

Some of No's actions were very unexpected, such as his reluctance to accept my help during the competition, and his bitter attitude in training, including some eccentric performances in his usual life.

These actions will also be seen in others. But it didn't seem to be as attractive as her, and she was full of enthusiasm and sunshine (which I later stripped her of).

It was worth exploring for me at the time, but it was too late for me to discover her identity at the Full Moon Festival, and I may have had a premonition before that—I just didn't know for sure.

My heartstrings fluctuated a little when I knew that Noh was the key, and I guess it was joy. I was a little uncomfortable and was deliberately suppressed by me.

Later, I added her to my open-door plan.

Taking her to the realm of ghosts, demons, demons, and fairies does not rule out the suspicion of selfishness. It's just that the further back I go, the more uncomfortable I feel.

I probably don't want to admit it. I was obsessed with bringing her into the plan, because I was responsible, and she was destined to get rid of me.

And when I was in the elves, I was very disgusted. We are called the Fallen by the Elves, and they dislike us. And how can you get along happily?

I saw her tears, her trembling, and understood her concern. My heart trembled, and it seemed to rise and fall a little more. In the end, as expected, we left, taking her brother with us.

The girl surnamed Luo also cried. I think it's probably for He Yuchen. At that time, I had a vague sense that if we finally parted, No... It will definitely be the same. So I don't want to think about it.

Let's get over like that.

It wasn't until the time the soul opened the door to God, I didn't expect him to do this. Maybe I could have boiled a frog in warm water to make my time with Nuo longer. But now I am forced to go to Liangshan.

I didn't guess that the soul was so desperate. After that, the situation was really critical, and I could resist the combined attack of many people, but a group of innocent people around me would be affected by the formation, or even die.

For the first time, I felt such a thing as love. I am desperate to find a way to fulfill my duty as a Celestial Highness to protect the Bloodline.

Shen Fuqing reminded me of He Yunuo.

She is going to become the key in the end, so it is better to end the pain sooner...... My heart ached in the unknown better than the nerve pain in my head. It's weird.

But in the end, I chose to cooperate with Shen Fuqing. "There is no absolute enemy in the world." Many people are entangled in interests because of their interests.

I'm not a good person. So I didn't expect her to smile at me, I thought I would be in tears when I said goodbye, but she gave me a smile.

I was not prepared at all, so I could only stand. Then the phrase "I will find you" came out of my own hands, and I repeated it over and over again.

I was the one who almost burst into tears in the end.

When I got the key, I only felt that my heart was partially empty, as if someone had forcibly ripped it from it. It's uncomfortable, but I'm still going to move forward.

I want to fulfill my responsibilities.

So I went up to the divine realm and went to see my father. The deliberately disguised peace was completely shattered by his remark "The deceased is gone", and great fear overflowed in my mind, and I completely lost my once calm posture because of the promise.

I realized that my mission was to find her. So I went, and even if it took me a little longer, I would find her.

……

I have spent my life completing all kinds of tasks, using my intellect to crush other emotions, always moving towards my goal step by step, and nothing can interfere. Like a machine, it never stops.

That's probably my life. The first half is for his parents, and the second half of his life is for himself. It was planned to be a little sad, but it was also rare to taste the joy.

I am favored by God.

Occasionally holding the golden key and feeling her tremble slightly, this was my last comfort.

- People who have a clear purpose tend to be unusually determined. They often step by step, stepping on blood, tears and bitterness, even if their hands are scabbed with blood, they will cling to the stone and climb up. There may be unplanned variables in the middle, but even so, they still won't change the goal, and even ruthlessly tear this variable into the plan, and the final goal will never change. Undoubtedly, they are ruthless, they are intellectually intelligent, they are lonely as the wind, lonely as snow. They are obsessed with control, and they gradually lose their original intention. They never regret it – if they are not tempted.