[Part 2] Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain (FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE)

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I couldn't understand what the Crown Prince was saying. Still, I was short of breath.

I stared blankly at the enemy nailed to me, and barely opened my mouth as though I had given up my breath.

"What are you saying now..."

"Let's not just provide a lot of rumors, but let's meet for real." The clear voice of Calisto struck me blind.

It was just a weird woby thing and my heart was pounding like crazy. I clenched my teeth.

But unlike usual, when I clenched my teeth and held my breath, these strange feelings that had been lifted up to the tip of my neck continued to to haunt me.

"Is that such a surprise?"

Callisto tilted his head to his side, looking at me standing at him helplessly. "I thought you were somewhat like me."

"......."

"If anyone sees it, they might think that I was the only one who dreamed about what happened in the maze garden."

I was in a hurry when he say something about my shameful past, when the Crown Prince said anything to live.

When he saw me making a reflexive impression, he burst into a sarcasm and asked. "Are you still angry about what happened then?"

"What... happened?"

"What I did to thrust a sword into your neck." I opened my eyes wide at his words.

It was surprising that he still cared about it, but I realized that I had forgotten it for a long time. 'I'm sure until now, I'm still a little nervous. I hate it'

Since when has it changed like this?

Surprisingly, Callisto was no longer disgusting enough that I didn't hate seeing his shadows anymore. These days, every time I face him, I feel like I don't know who he is....

"If I give you a sword and ask you to cut my neck equally." ""

"Will that make you feel better?"

(note: ya! i tell you he's ready to sacrifice anything for her! huh i envy you penny!!!)

But the Crown Prince uttered a terrifying sound, as to whether I, who was silent, still took the matter as a matter of concern.

I shook my head in surprise.

"No! That was just an accident." "Come on, take it."

But a huge activist lunatic was after he took something out of his bosom. A flaming sword with a clear inscription of the yellow dragon.

What he offered me was a dagger. "Hey, what the hell is this?"

"I couldn't bring the black one because it was my birthday party." ""

"Slightly cut with this instead, then."

He tapped his finger on the nape of his neck.

It was the side that had blood stains leaked from the earlobe.

I looked at him and the daggers alternately, and then screamed. "What are you trying to do? That's it!"

"Why? I have the artifacts you gave me, and I'll have them treated right away." "Who's going to be beheaded for treason? It's dangerous, so put it in quickly!"

As I shuddered with a grimace, the Crown Prince smiled with a cheerful face instead of putting the dagger in.

"So now you're not going to get along with me, are you?"