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I'm a brave man, but before that I was a student.

I have a younger sister and it is a warm family. My parents clearly favored my sister after I was born, but I didn't care, I doted on my sister just as much.

I can't remember that time anymore.

Every time I think about it, my brain is always in pain, and I don't dare to recall it anymore. I felt like my memories were being torn apart like the pain.

Also, my father told me not to trust anyone. He said that all people can be your enemies, and all will be betrayed for their own sake.

After all, no one has an easy life. Who does not live for themselves.

Jesus Christ exists, but the Jews are the majority. For their own majority. The silent majority.

Don't be the leader, because everyone is waiting for the guinea pig. That's what my father told me.

Be a person who is not liked, a person who is far away from the crowd, even if you are constantly following the crowd.

But don't stop thinking, don't become like the real crowd.

That's what my father always told me.

I don't believe in any gentleness, I don't believe in justice. Meekness is nothing but preparation for harm, and justice is nothing but the spice of evil.

I refuse to agree with people, and I hate to stand out from the crowd.

My sister died. Long dead.

When I was 11 years old, she was 6 years old.

The adults said that I killed her, and it was all my fault. I didn't say anything.

I can't recall the episode at that time. Every time I try to think about it, my brain is full of doubts and fears. When I came back to my senses, I had tears in my eyes.

It's all my fault.

All I can remember is:

The vague impression of gears, the smell of blood, the fragments of corpses, the eyeballs, the fear, the tears.

The smell of blood is still remembered, very solemn and confusing.

Blood stained the gears. Every time the gears run mechanically, the blood is viscously pulled into red threads and then broken.

It's all my fault, and without me, my sister wouldn't have died. It's all my fault.

My bad.

I hate my name, I hate everything. My grades were good, but I didn't have any friends around. Because I didn't just remember my father's words, I was even more afraid of losing in my mistake again.

Losing is not anyone's problem.

I carry everything on my shoulders. In order not to lose, he began to evade gain.

The teacher said that I was not like a student, but more like a person who was blocked by glass. I kept running away and watching everyone out the window.

Since then, I have been studying in distant places by myself, and although I have no friends, no one knows about my past, and no one wants to know about it. I went to high school there and prepared for the college entrance exam.

It was all my mistake. I can't continue to shoulder it.

My bad.

I'm going to repent to everybody, and I'm going to take it all on my shoulders—

I am the second princess of the kingdom of Nivelheim.

Everybody said I looked like my dead mother. I have an incomplete family, and I even admire the lives of ordinary people.

My life, gorgeous and painful.

My mother died after giving birth to me and my brother. He died a very strange death. She died of poisoning, and no one came to her bedchamber that day or even for a week. But she died.

Some people say that she can't stand being lonely and dying, but those who have seen her believe that she is a cheerful person, gorgeous and decent.

No one knows why, but I do. I thought I was the same person as the queen mother, and I couldn't take off the mask of happiness after putting it on, although my heart was extremely sad.

Later, my father made a new queen. The new woman looks contrived. She's a few years older than me, but she's mean.

She was a dignified, just person in front of everyone, with beautiful long hair and dignified features.

But then my brother died. That is, the prince died.

The elder brother died very directly, he was assassinated, but the murderer entered the palace as if he were in a no-man's land. My brother was dismembered, his limbs and facial features were separated, and the remaining torso became a mass of flesh without a head, hands and feet. However, even this lump of flesh was brutally disemboweled, and blood flowed all over the ground.

This should be very straightforward: the assassination of my new queen mother for the sake of power.

Even so, everyone who dares to step in to solve the case often ends up in the same fate the next day.

That's it.

Later, I had a younger brother and 3 younger sisters.

But I always hated that woman, even when I was cheerful and naïve.

To be precise, I'm a liar, a very natural liar in disguise.

I pretended to forget everything and grew up without a heart, yet cursed again and again in my heart. I'm a pretender, and I've been deceiving everyone.

My father, before the recent summoning ceremony, said that he would save the world and reclaim all the lost territories.

What am I?

I know very well that my father and queen mother have spoken privately about the brave, even if I am eavesdropping.

None of the brave survived.

Because this time it's the reset of the epoch.

They must die.

But I escaped anyway and stole the weapon of the first brave man to be killed.

Because this is my only chance, to be able to contend with my father, to take revenge on my brother, and to let that woman see the fate of evil.

I'm going to have that woman kneel before me, crying and begging me to forgive my sins—but I won't forgive.

It's my only chance, even if I'm going to put my all at stake.

I'm going to kill that woman with my own hands.

Even if I would go to endless hell for killing my mother.

Vengeance reigns in my mind.

I'm not afraid of what a terrible price I'll pay.

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