The world was shaking, every inch of my bones was burning, the pain in my brain took away all my memories, and I finally opened my eyes after trying a few times, and all I saw was the shaking plank above my head. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Are you awake?" a man with a neat beard looked at me, his skin was very white and he could see that it was well maintained. "You're almost at the Duke of Targaris's house, you'll have to be on your feet, you shouldn't have had a drink with that blacksmith last night. ”

I sat up in confusion and found myself half-lying in a carriage, the man in front of me dressed in a soft red robe with a circle of silver-gray feathers on the shoulders of a sky blue cloud. He handed me a jug of water, and I swallowed it haphazardly, finally soothing the hunger in my throat and feeling like I could speak.

"What is this ・・・・・・?" I stammered.

The man was anxious: "Wake up, Thor. We are here to visit the Duke of Targris on the east bank of the Golm River, and I have heard that the new Duke is a moody man, and if you don't know how to bend your tongue, talk less, and don't spoil our business. ”

I was about to ask again, when the groom let out a long cry from outside the burgundy curtain. "Here we are, sir. ”

The groom and the man helped me out of the carriage, and the sky was already full of stars and the moon was setting in the Milky Way. The silent flow of the Golm River rises like a maiden's black veil. The gates of a manor had long been opened, and two rows of servants were clustered around a fat man in a black wool robe, with an ivory chain around his neck, and a short, thin man standing beside him with a gray beard, and a pair of shrewd eyes looking at us, but his mouth whispering to his master, telling him who he had come.

"Haha, two adults, welcome to Golm Inshore, I hope my dinner will take away the fatigue of your journey. Duke Tanglis greeted the man next to me with open arms: "Lord Domonli." And then me: "Lord Thor." ”

I tried to remember this man named Domonli, but I didn't find a single bit of information, all the past seemed to be gone, the duke's smile seemed to be familiar, every move, every flower and tree, it was as illusory as a dream, I muttered to the duke, and followed Domoni and Targris into the house.

I've been here, I've met this duke before.

The voice echoed in my head, and by the time I was a little fresher, I was already sitting at a table full of good food and wine.

"For our business. "The Duke of Targaris held up the wine,

"For the Duke of Tangris. Domonli glanced at me as he raised his glass, and I hurriedly raised my glass in agreement.

Tarris was about to drink the fine wine, and a boy in thin clothes and slightly disheveled hair appeared out of place between the hall and the hallway, staring at the food on the table with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here, don't you see the Duke at the reception?" asked the butler, who was standing beside him, and walked briskly forward to shove the boy.

"I'll give you some cheese later. The butler whispered with his back to a voice we couldn't hear, but for some reason, I was sure he was saying it.

"I'm sorry, sir, I want a bigger wrap bag, things don't fit. The boy begged. Tagriss walked up to him angrily, "Let me teach you a lesson about the little bastard of the Arthur family, my merciful old brother has taken in too many useless subordinates, and they are too indebted to discipline. ”

Tangris pulled out a cane from the porch, turned back and asked, "Don't you mind if you two adults tidy up my housework before dinner?" Domonti shrugged indifferently: "My lord, please feel free, we can enjoy your discipline while drinking." ”

The crutch bent and landed on the boy's back, and the boy surnamed Arthur pursed his mouth and suppressed a moan. I felt the same pain, and the food on the table seemed to stench like feces and urine. I stood up and grabbed the table, resisting the urge to beat Tagris.

As if he didn't see me, Domonli was still smiling and sipping the wine that Targris had prepared, and the butler kept his head bowed, his eyes lowered as if in prayer. Targris seemed to be addicted to it, and he stripped off his luxurious coat and shoved the boy down the dark corridor as his crutches fell on his back and legs.

"Useless thing, remember, you'll have to fuck off tomorrow before the sun rises, or I'll give you a pretty useful crutch. ”

"Yes, sir. The boy replied with a shudder. He was greeted with a slam blow. The boy finally fell, and Targris's heavy leather boots did not let him go, but Targris still did not hear the sound of pleading for mercy in the boy's throat.

I walked gloomily towards the corridor, everyone saw me as transparent, only the corridor that began to shake upside down, I held out my hand to Targaris, and a spell came to my mind.

Alchemy, a prison alchemy can kill him.

I locked onto my target, the spell was on my lips, but another voice sounded in my head.

You killed one Targaris, but what about thousands of Targris?

At least I can help that child.

You are wrong, you are only helping yourself, you are just allowing your eyes, your conscience to be at peace for a moment, and your conscience will not be disturbed in those places that you can't see, those darkness that is obscured.

There seem to be two selves in my mind, one is the familiar self, and the other is the unfamiliar but gradually familiar self with a deeper gaze・・・・・・

What should I do?

Keep your eyes open and take a good look, there are some things that can't be solved with magic. Injustice and oppression exist in every step of history, look back, look forward, what do you see?

I stared at the fat back of the Targaris, saw every whipped whip, every visible and invisible shackle, and saw the behemoth hiding behind thousands of Targaris.

That thing was too big for anyone to crush.

Our ancestors shattered something even more terrible.

But we have always lived under it, and how can we survive without it?

We've always lived well, haven't we?

It dawned on me what I had to do. I pushed the Targaris away, picked up the confused child, and walked slowly but surely to the end of the corridor.

"Where are we going, sir?" asked Arthur.

"Go to a world of light and darkness. "The fire shattered everything around me, and I took Arthur's hand and stood in the midst of the fire, watching as the fire wiped out the illusory real world, and the world would reappear as it was.

Only by extinguishing the anger in our hearts can we see the truth behind the illusion.