"Your Majesty, your immortal state of mind is like that of a child! And he's a very domineering kid, like some of the kids I've dealt with..."

Strange to say, although Rhaegard's closing sentence is extremely arrogant, it has a tenderness that is difficult to parse.

Despite the shock in her bones, Leola tried her best not to be moved: "Don't try to convince me of anything, Perslin. I've seen too many of you as brilliant and brilliant as you, the legendary master of the ages who has been called the person incarnate of Charisma. Admittedly, even compared to the Divine Masters of the Super Imperial Era and the political leaders of the Six Great Families, you are still very outstanding. However, you are clearly making the wrong move. ”

"That step?"

"You shouldn't have killed Sigana, that's an insult to me. As a result of your self-righteous actions, sign your own death guarantee? ”

Rhaegar fiddled with the barrel of the pen with his fingertips, "I was trying to lure you out, Leora. ”

Leora was slightly surprised: "Why? ”

"It's simple, I can't stand the idea of you lurking around me all the time, waiting for the right moment to kill me at any time. I can't stand being followed at any time, as if I am the prey of a psychopathic killer at any time. ”

Leora's eyes mocked: "So, you want to make a break in advance?" ”

Rhaegar said impatiently, "I'm going to really come face to face with you." ”

"How much do you want to see your executioner? I was going to bring you down little by little, but now you're forcing me to do it quickly - and if you keep you alive, there will be more bad things happening. ”

Rhaeggar's side looked extremely pure, almost flawless and statue-like: "I've been imagining you ever since I knew you existed..."

Leora said sarcastically, "There's nothing to say about my appearance. ”

"After seeing you, I understand why the six great families admire you so much, and so does Metis. Do you think it's your trait or ability? But I think the key reason is that you make those people lustful! ”

Leola suddenly thought of Croce's femme fatale demeanor, and his emotions were no longer calm. He said coldly, "Are your last words just such meaningless babbling? ”

Rhaegar's tone was vicious: "Your Majesty is really strict with etiquette, does just mentioning the topic of sexual desire embarrass you?" These people who admire you need to have an end point that you can never reach. At the bottom of their unconscious, they don't want to get you, but hope that through you, they can get a broken home. Sigana or Metis, they're all the same—"

Before he could finish speaking, the alloy table in front of Rhaegar shattered, and a straight streak of blood appeared on his cheek.

"If you don't have any more sense, I'll kill you right away."

Rhaegar smiled sweetly, "You can't kill me. ”

"Oh? This is a very new statement. I "can't" kill you? ”

"In this room, there are several 360-degree faster-than-light cameras; Moreover, the truth of my death has long been written, hidden somewhere no one knows. ”

He proudly said, "Your existence is a secret fact, you don't want those video equipment to record the killing process of the 'Lord of Light' in great detail, right?" What's more, as soon as I die, countless scandals about the Galactic Community and the Six Great Families will be released. ”

Leora shook his head, his smile mocking indescribably: "Do you really think that you can break free from the certainty of fate in this way?" Perslin? You underestimate me too much. ”

With a flick of his hand, a pale silver stream of light appeared around him. He smiled and said, "From now on, no one or instrument will see me except you." ”

For the first time, Rhaeggar's face showed fear: "You—"

Leora's voice was very gentle: "Originally, I wanted to give you a more heartfelt and harmless revenge. After all, your talent is beyond doubt. In many ways, you even surpass Metis. You can contend with me directly and give me a sense of oppression—"

He muttered softly, "But now, my tyrannical heart does not allow me to show any mercy to you. I won't care about the scandal you say. Let the Galactic Community and the Six Great Families deal with it themselves. ”

Rhaegar took a few steps back, and Leora's smile was even more pleasant: "In some cases, you have to consider how terrible it is to be willful when your opponent is completely annoyed. That's the only lesson I can teach you, Perslin, and I'm sorry. ”

His hand stretched out vertically, and in an instant, a dark green beam of light shot from his fingertips towards Rhaeggar's forehead.

"Yikes!"

Leora looked down at Rhaegar who was curled up on the ground, convulsive and convulsive, and whispered, "The first kind of death." Think of Bellig Rhaegar and the lives that you sent into the vaporization chamber with a word. You deserve to suffer ten times deeper than they do. ”

Rhaegar gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not wrong, it's all you, it's all Luchdi, it's all the hateful rulers like you that make me face that fate... and I hate him, I hate him..."

Leora said coldly, "Bad circumstances are not enough to excuse any evil. What you destroy is life, and human life is not obligated to make up for your suffering. ”

The painful decomposition made Rhaegar no longer pretentious, and he said frantically, "I hate everything about him!" His hypocrisy, his face to me alone, the good things he did to me..."

Leora indifferently shot a second crimson light at him.

"Stop—"

Leora's bright blue eyes were expressionless: "The second gift, the second death." Experience what it's like to be "invisible" by Professor Haifaat's "invisible" through the chest. ”

Rhaegar held his head, two incomparably real death simulations that had brought him to madness: "I hate him, I want to tell him, let him learn what it's like to be betrayed and abandoned by his relatives... ”

Leora raised her finger again, shooting a third beam of bright black light.

"Uhhh

"The third kind of death, Perslin, is killed by your own choice—what an unwise decision for Sigana to put all his heart and soul on you!"

Rhaeggar's face was filled with unspeakable sorrow, but the words he spat out were strangely young: "Dabother... I like you, but why are you doing this to me? It's okay, forget it, is this your personality, I still like you. Stop, don't do this, that's my brother, don't bully him, don't... that's Julian! What! You bastard! He's dead, and you actually say it's okay! ”