[You failed again.]
A voice suddenly sounded from a place so quiet as if time had stopped. The tone was extremely indifferent, without ups and downs, and there was no emotion in it.
That voice didn't come from one place, but from all directions of the place, from the air, from the ground, and from everywhere, making people confused.
Sitting on the broken stone steps with his legs crossed, Garlan raised his head with his hands in his hands. His short soft pale blond hair was messed up by the fingers he had inserted into his hair, and was scattered on his forehead.
Hearing this voice, he let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.
Yes, he failed again.
Just this sentence, plus this time, he has heard it repeatedly four times. Thinking of the first time he confidently patted his chest and promised to get it done, he couldn't wait to wear it back and slap him at that time - who gave you your confidence - he wanted to point at himself at that time and scolded him so much.
Garlan stood up, he turned around, his eyes swept across the gray-white altar behind him, and his heart jumped suddenly. It was still the familiar altar, but it was quite different from the one he first saw. Although there were a lot of small cracks on the altar at the beginning, they were not serious, but made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes of life, and it did not have a sense of time-precipitated beauty.
But at this moment, four deep cracks are splitting on it, especially the one that has just appeared that almost splits it in half, making it look like it will be split into pieces in the next second, becoming a pool of useless gravel.
-You have five chances to do it all over again-
The words that the voice once said rang in the boy's ears again, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.
Five times.
Only five times.
Now, there is only one last time left.
If it fails again this time, then...
Garlan took a deep breath, dispelling the terrible consequences from his mind, and calmed himself down. At first, he just regarded this so-called mission of fulfilling his destiny as a game that could be repeated over and over again. After dying twice, he began to get nervous. However, the third time, the fourth time, he had tried very hard, or even said that he was working hard, and in the end he was still defeated by that person.
That person... so terrifying, almost flawless.
No matter from which aspect, that person absolutely crushed him.
Even now, Garlan couldn't figure out what he had to do to defeat that terrifying guy.
That guy was really ruthless.
However, Garlan had nothing to complain about.
After all, even a real brother would turn his face in order to compete for the throne, not to mention that he and Heimos, who had nothing to do with the eighth generation of their ancestors
There was no relationship between them at all. The reason why he called each other a prince was that he and Heimos were both princes and the other was just older than him.
"Is your so-called gods really right?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"The Son of Destiny is really me, not that guy from Heimos?"
[God is infallible.]
The emotionless voice answered.
Then why let the Son of Destiny be killed
Garlan subconsciously complained in his heart.
However, in this place, even if he didn't say it, the other party seemed to be able to hear what was in his heart, and the voice immediately scolded him coldly.
[Even if you have the destiny, you can't change your stupidity and hopelessness.]
Garland: "..."
As the messenger of God, you should be ruthless and greedy.
The boy who was so embarrassed couldn't help but complain.
"Then you can't blame me all. I only have more than a year at a time. What can I do?"
He felt that the time when he went back was very bad. At that time, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, the other party was a few years older than him, and the forces on both sides were almost formed. I don't know how the original body did it. Anyway, his power is much weaker than that of Heimos. Only one year is not enough for him to change the balance of power between the two sides - especially on the premise that the other party does not make any mistakes and has no flaws. Down, he has absolutely no way to start.
He was killed every time he didn't live long. This time, he persisted for a year and a half, which was much better than the first time he couldn't persist for a year, didn't he
He comforted himself in his heart.
Apparently the voice heard his self-comforting voice again, and then responded again.
[Ah.]
Garland: "..."
I was wrong, please don't make fun of me.
Thinking about it in his head, the boy's heart skipped a beat, sorry, this sentence is probably heard by the other party again, and I'm afraid he will be ridiculed.
However, this time, the other party seemed to have not heard his voice, and the voice did not appear for a long time.
Garlan was a little nervous. He didn't know what the other party was thinking, and he didn't speak for a long time. Did he think he was too wasteful and didn't want to waste time on him, so he didn't even plan to give him the last chance.
The voice didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there blankly, staring at the gray-white ancient altar that was about to be torn apart in a daze. The breeze swept the green canopy of the tall trees, swaying the branches and making a slight rustle. Ruined obelisks surrounded him, and countless huge shadows fell on him. Although there were traces of weathering, not a single small gravel fell.
After a long time, the voice finally sounded again.
[Ready to start over.]
As soon as the words fell, Garlan only felt a buzzing in his head, as if he was hit hard by a heavy object, and his eyes instantly went black.
On the broken altar, the boy's figure suddenly disappeared.
With a loud bang, the gray-white altar suddenly burst, and the next second, the whole thing burst apart, and the gravel splashed all over the place. And the countless majestic tall obelisks surrounding it also collapsed, shattered, and collapsed one by one, hitting the ground, causing the ground to tremble violently.
With the sound of rumbling and rumbling collapse, soon, the magnificent and magnificent altar was completely in ruins, and only a fragment of boulders remained.
[… the last time.]
That voice was also annihilated along with the collapsed altar.
[You do it yourself.]
…
… … … …
When he became conscious, Gallan put his head in one hand and slowly opened his eyes. According to his memory, when he opened his eyes, he should have seen his gorgeous bedroom, the snow-white velvet bed veil, and the enchanting posture of knelt beside him holding a green peacock feather fan embroidered with gold threads and gently fanning him. Beauty Maid.
The wind brushed against his cheeks and ruffled his forehead. It's not the gentle wind that blows out, but the wind that only whizzes outside, with the breath of water. I could vaguely hear the rustling sound of the large leaves of the palm tree shaking, and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.
Garlan, who felt that something was wrong, looked up and was stunned.
What appeared in front of him was a very familiar place, the towering ancient and huge white city wall, rows of green palm trees standing on the ground, and cobblestones of different colors with beautiful patterns. When he came, he stood beside the strange stone carvings by the pool made of white stones, staring straight at the light blue lotus standing in the green lotus leaves, shaking slightly.
Shouldn't he be back to the moment before he was about to die!
It's dead at the beginning, how do you play this? !
Garlan, who was so frightened that his whole body stood up, looked again and felt that something was wrong. The fiery sun in the sky shone on the earth, making the back garden extremely bright.
Before he died, it was obviously a torrential rain, and the bean-sized raindrops hit him and caused him pain, and he was about to fall to the ground.
Another gust of wind swept past, and the chills on his legs made Garlan feel that something was wrong. But he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, so he could only put one hand on the strange stone sculpture that was taller than him, and walked a few steps forward in confusion.
and many more.
taller than him
He remembered that this stone sculpture only reached his waist before, how could it be taller than him
When Garlan turned his head subconsciously, he naturally saw his hand resting on the stone sculpture. The hand was small, white and tender, and when the bright sunlight shone, the skin on the back of the hand was almost as white as it was glowing.
No, no, his hands are not like this. He remembers that they are not like this. His skin color should be darker, and his hands can't be this small.
To this extent, it is like a child—
Garlan took a few steps forward abruptly and stepped into the pool with one foot.
As soon as he lowered his head, he looked at the reflection on the slightly swaying clear water, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Reflected on the water was a child who looked only seven or eight years old.
A head of pale blond hair, soft and fluffy, wrapped around that small face the size of a slap. Those small arms and calves, like lotus roots, are round and tender.
No, wait, what's going on here
Is it wrong? Let him accidentally be reborn into someone else
The child stared at the water for a moment dumbfounded.
But, but, although the age is very wrong, but this face, this appearance, a little older, seems, indeed, really is the trumpet self.
Garlan suddenly remembered that he had complained to that voice, and that only a year or so was not enough for him to do anything.
Could it be because of this that the messenger of the gods deliberately gave him more time and let him be reborn as a child
Another gust of wind blew across the water, causing ripples, and the little child trembled, only to feel that the lower body was blown coldly.
…
Garland finally understood why he felt wrong all over!
He quickly brought his knees together, almost clenching his thighs in an embarrassing motion.
The thighs were chilled by the wind.
Every time before, he was reborn to the age of fifteen or sixteen, so he didn't think of this for a while. Now, the wind-chilled thigh, and the indescribable part that was equally chill, reminded him of it.
it's here
in this dynasty
as the custom here
Children... yes, no, wear, underwear, pants, yes! ! !
Garlan clamped his thighs in an awkward position, and covered the hem of his clothes, which only covered half of his thighs, with his small hands. What kind of grievances, grievances, ages, and only one life were left behind, and his mind was full of no matter what. How to find a thing to put on underwear first.
Just as he was turning his head and trying to think about where to get his underwear, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and patted his shoulder.
He turned his head subconsciously and met a pair of very familiar golden red eyes at a glance.
In an instant, not long ago, in this place, what just happened suddenly flashed in his mind.
He seemed to return to the moment when the owner of these eyes pierced his heart with a sharp sword and nailed his entire being to the wall not long ago.
His heart trembled violently, his brain buzzed, and the shadow of death and memory instantly enveloped his entire consciousness.
His body instinctively wanted to avoid the person beside him, and he took a step back almost staggeringly. But he forgot that there were uneven stones next to the pool, and he took a step back in a panic, making him step on a large stone with one foot.
A trip.
Garlan lost his balance all of a sudden, fell backwards, and fell to the ground with his feet upside down. But just as he fell backwards, a gust of wind blew, and the hem of his clothes, which only covered half of his thighs, was blown up and lifted upwards.
So, when he fell on the ground with his feet upside down, fell in front of that person, and just opened his legs in the direction of that person...
Garland: "..."
The boy with golden red eyes: "..."
The scene was very embarrassing.