Overturned Tower

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【Excuse me, your name is...】

"—Cammarthe."

The girl with long black hair as beautiful as satin, wearing a white to almost transparent short skirt, and white stockings above her knees, uttered a cool and soft voice: "I am your...new mother .”

"... At that moment, some kind of black, mud-like emotion surged in my heart."

The poor man bit his half-burned cigarette, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Furious. Desperate. Want to cry. I'm full of obsession with her. I feel like I'm sinking into some kind of swamp...I'm cold, Itchy skin."

He hardly took a few puffs of this cigarette after he lit it, and just let it burn slowly.And just smoking a cigarette, he would think of the past when he stood beside "Camalthe" and exercised his endurance.

He did not open his eyes to see the ultramarines and delphiniums.

Because he was very sure that the moods of his two friends at the moment must be as complicated as their expressions.

"……Then?"

Delphinium was extremely focused and cautious, and couldn't wait to ask: "What did you do to her?"

Even if the bad guy doesn't look at it, he knows that she will probably lean her upper body forward and straighten her back at this moment.

"I didn't do anything."

The voice of the inferior was slightly louder, and he emphasized: "My blue shift has always been higher than the red shift. The impulse of the moment, but it was contained in an instant."

"...Then what did you want to do?"

delphinium asked.

"For a moment..."

The inferior paused, focused on recalling his memory, and shared his feelings without reservation: "I want to rush over and grab her by the neck.

"...I don't know why I think so. Maybe it's because I heard that name suddenly, or maybe it's because she doesn't seem as strong as that man.

"Maybe it's because, from her... I felt some kind of throbbing that would make me lose my mind.

"But in the end, I got myself under control.

"I didn't do anything, I'm thankful."

The inferior said in a low voice: "I just regained the ability to speak."

When I heard these words at that time, the dark desire welling up from the bottom of my heart seemed to have broken some key.It's like a patient with rhinitis suddenly breathing smoothly, or like a diver breaking through the water in a lake and taking a big breath.

"...Say, what's your name, name?"

His voice, which had become hoarse and somewhat broken due to not speaking for a long time, subconsciously let out a sound that he hadn't even noticed.

"I am Camalthe...but I am not him."

The girl looked at him with a complex expression, and the poor man caught maternal love, guilt, apology, pity, and admiration from her eyes...but there was no coldness and rationality that he was familiar with.

— Did you send someone to kill me?

The bad ones used to want to ask questions like this.

But he finally paused and swallowed the words back.

Because he suddenly remembered one thing... Qunqing told him that the new Kamalthe will no longer be the old him, but a brand new person.

In this case, it seems a bit too hurtful for her.What Karmasser wanted was to die by fate... He didn't have any need to turn back time and save himself.The one who will save himself will only be another person who has nothing to do with it.

The innocent who was forced to become entangled in Camalthy's fate.

So the inferior paused for a moment, and replaced it with another equally cold sentence: "I have nothing to do with you, and I don't even hate you."

But hearing such words full of rejection, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

She sat on the bed, then thought about it, and moved her buttocks again, bringing herself closer to the inferior.

She turned her head to one side, and the faint fragrance of her hair made the poor one turn away with some discomfort.

"...You really know what happened to me."

the girl asked affirmatively.

"You are not him."

The inferior replied affirmatively: "You are just yourself, so...there is really no relationship between us."

At that moment, she felt a little emotional—the upheaval in her life that had confused her for a long time, and even felt confused and painful, finally had an understanding person at this moment.Originally, she had to be wary of the whole world, and even wanted to cry for a moment... because she finally met a companion who could let her feel at ease and tell all her secrets.

...Although this fellow traveler doesn't seem to like him very much.

Thinking of this, she really cried.

Not a feeling of sadness or pain, but a sense of relief.The sudden release of pressure made tears flow from her eye sockets uncontrollably.

The tears that flowed out silently seemed to frighten the poor.The man looked at himself motionless, his body was stiff because of this, and his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

And the girl wept freely and quietly, lowering her head and quietly wiping her tears.But at this moment, she suddenly felt an inexplicable grievance.

A kind of courage mixed with grievances came to her heart - she suddenly lost most of her rationality, threw herself into the still wet arms of the inferior without warning, and burst into tears.

The inferior subconsciously raised his hand, almost instinctively wanting to hug her.But the moment he raised his hand, he noticed that his cuffs were still wet and soaked in water.The worry at that moment stopped his instinct, and after he calmed down, he remembered the identity of the girl in his arms.

So he thought for a while, but remained silent and motionless.

He neither returned a hug nor pushed the girl who was supposed to be his mother away.He just turned his head sideways and quietly looked out the window.

—If only I had a cigarette now, he thought.

Chapter 94 Wolf Words

——If only I could be a little more stupid and dull.

At that moment, the inferior had hoped so.

If he couldn't capture the loneliness and helplessness that he couldn't ignore from the crying of the girl named "Camalthe"; If that man is two completely different people...

Now he can be free.

He could just as well regard the girl in front of him as "Kamalse", laugh at Kamalse's current situation at will, and celebrate the death of his former enemy.He can even grab the other person by the neck, or pin him to the bed.

In that way, the mood of the inferior will be extremely carefree.That will be the great revenge that he has endured for more than twenty years, and the meaning of his life will be complete... He will no longer be the inferior, and he will no longer need to be the inferior.

He will no longer bear the accursed dirty name, he will no longer be the son of Camalthyr. After 28 years, he was finally able to live only as himself...

——If he could ignore the girl's sorrow and pain.

But the bad ones can't do it.

Inexplicably trapped in the prescribed "destiny", forced to have relatives that one would rather never have had, looked up and had no friends at all, and was an outsider in any circle... Today's "Camalse", and The underdogs of the year are in the same situation.

Rather than saying that she is the retribution of "Kamalthy's own punishment", it is better to say that she is persecuted by the real Kamalthy just like herself.

They are the same kind.

In this world, there may be only one of his kind.

But if the existence of the other party is acknowledged...it also means that the inferior has accepted another thing.

That was in this life, and he would never have the chance to take revenge on that man.He chanted the curse again and again in his heart, and finally hoarded it in the childhood that he didn't want to return to.

The poor one withdrew his gaze from the window, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the girl's face seriously for the first time.As his own kind, he must at least remember the other person's face—although his memory is not bad, he never remembers the faces of those unimportant people.

Because he has torn too many people apart.

I don't know how many people have burst into blood mist and burst blood vessels in front of him.That's not a very good death.

If the memory is too good... either you will degenerate into a devil who ignores human life, or you will fall into a nightmare when you dream back at midnight.

The bad ones don't want to hurt others, nor do they want to wrong themselves.So he chooses to forget.

As he lowered his head, the huge antlers cast thick shadows like thorns.The faint crimson light in the room is like the intoxicating light seen through the red wine.Because of this, the girl's face was slightly flushed...Of course, it may also be because of crying and being burned red by her own tears.

"Take it."

The inferior hesitated for a moment, but still did not hand back the handkerchief that had wiped his mouth.Even if it's a self-cleaning handkerchief, you don't have to worry about getting dirty.But he also has the feeling of an indirect kiss.

So he folded the handkerchief and put it on his own pillow, and took the silk pillowcase from the other pillow and gave it to the girl.

Camalther II reached out and took the pillowcase.She was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, crying in the arms of the inferior...and the inferior just turned over and sat up from the bed.

If she had to turn around to face the inferior, she would twist her waist and feel a little uncomfortable.So she simply kicked off her boots, then rolled onto the bed and sat face to face with the inferior.

Then, she wiped her face with a pillow towel.There is no trace of make-up, just plain makeup can be called amazing beauty... This is one of the reasons why she was chosen by the name-calling elf.

"……I feel better."

As she spoke, she raised her face and tried her best to show a cheerful smile: "Thank you..."

Because she was a little afraid of the huge antlers of the inferior, she shrank her neck back slightly when she was speaking.

It wasn't until this moment that the inferior saw and remembered the girl's face clearly for the first time.

——At that moment, he realized where the familiarity came from.That delicate and delicate appearance is closer to the "cute" style than beauty or maturity.The gentle eyebrows and eyes are as clear as black gemstones soaked in water.

Almost identical to his own mother.

No... Objectively speaking, she is even more beautiful than her mother.

Because of her youthful appearance, she was almost 30 years old when her mother passed away.Pregnancy made her cheeks slightly fatter, and life in captivity made her skin less soft and fair.But that's really the same style type.

It's the kind of look that a bad guy can't beat a killer no matter what.

So the underdogs immediately understood—this was also the backhand of Kamalthe's plan.

If it wasn't Russell who killed him, but himself...then he might snatch the body of the girl in front of him and come to him with his signature cold and devilish smile.

Fortunately, it was Russell who broke the infinite loop of fate for himself.

He was able to escape from this fear... and this innocent girl was able to preserve her independent personality.Not to be sacrificed as a consumable from the struggle between the inferior and his father.

Just looking at her face and meeting her eyes, the inferior feels that his eyes cannot leave her.

"……What's your name?"

The poor one asked suddenly.

The girl felt a little confused for a moment.

She hesitated for a moment: "I am... Kamalthe?"

"I mean, your original name..."

The inferior asked earnestly: "Not as Kamalthe. But as yourself... What is your name?"

"...that name has no meaning anymore."

The girl with long black hair was a little lonely: "After bearing the name of Kamalthe, my original life has ended. No one will call that name again, and my former family and friends have left me since then." ...even if I'm not exactly Camalthe, I'm no longer who I used to be."

"—No. Significant."

The inferior said in a deep voice: "As long as someone calls something like a name, it has meaning.

"I don't want to be called Kamalthe, it always reminds me of that man, and I feel disgusted and disgusted just thinking about it. But I know, it's not your fault...you are also a victim.

"If I feel any resentment in my heart when I think of your name, it is to vent my anger on you. But I really can't immediately forget everything that happened in the past... So I plan to call you by another name.

"Whether it's your past name or not, please tell me another way to call you. If you don't want to reveal your past name, you can also choose a name here...or give me a code name, it doesn't matter."

The bad guy said seriously.

He is a very silent person.If he can do things, he will try not to talk.His anger was always pent up, his voice weighted by the silence.It is rare for a bad person to speak such a long paragraph in one breath, and even less likely to explain his motives to others.

He said so much now, simply because he didn't want girls to misunderstand his actions.

But listening to the bad guy's words, the girl opened her eyes slightly.

For a moment, it seemed that tears were dripping from his eyes.

She used to be a crybaby.But now she didn't wantonly cry on the inferior one again... Even now that she had taken off her shoes and went to bed, the inferior would definitely lend her a hug tolerantly.

But she didn't do it.Because the knowledge and experience she has now can tell her that everything should be done in moderation... Don't ask for sympathy and care from others repeatedly.

So she just picked up the pillowcase and wiped her eyes.Then, holding the pillow towel, she lowered her head and fell into her own thoughts.The white silk blocked the lower half of her face, which made it easier for the poor to see her eyes.

Suddenly, he saw the girl's eyes suddenly lift up.

"Let's exchange."

She put down the pillow cover, raised her head and looked at the inferior: "I don't want to call you inferior, or your name. Your real name is full of his malice towards you, and your code name was born from it. That is the name given to you to trample on your dignity, to let others curse you and curse you for granted... You also feel absurd about your own destiny, so you gave yourself such an ugly code name.

"You say... when you speak of 'Camalthe' it reminds you of that name; and if I call you an inferior it means that you too live in his shadow.