When did it become like this?

When did everything start to get out of control?

Or maybe it was never in my hands from beginning to end.

When should I stop in the first place?

Maybe we should have stopped before that hug and kiss with him by the lake?

Maybe we should stop before attending that plenary meeting and cheering for him?

Maybe he should have stopped before he was attacked by extraterrestrials and saved him from despair?

Maybe we should stop before we have a long talk under the moonlight and become friends sincerely?

No.

Maybe sooner.

As early as the beginning.

Maybe I should have stopped the first time I met him.

Solandel stood in the public cemetery of the royal city, her blue eyes reflected the flying snow in the sky, and they were all deathly gray.

Now is the red lotus season, which is supposed to be the beginning of summer. However, at this time, the royal city is showing a rare celestial phenomenon in ancient and modern times, with the sky crying and red lotuses flying in the snow.

Solandel was wearing a black dress to commemorate the dead, with fluffy snowflakes falling on her shoulders. She was participating in the collective funeral of the soldiers who died in the "War of the Apocalypse" in the cemetery.

The sky was filled with haze, and the dim light turned the originally pure white snowflakes into gray. The family members of the deceased formed a long queue that could not be seen to the end.

There was no body for this funeral because too many people died and it was impossible to bring them back.

Those soldiers who fought fiercely on the front line, some used their blades to cut off the heads and limbs of their fellows, and some used heavy weapons to smash their flesh and blood bodies. They obeyed the words of the gods and fought to the death.

In the end, their bodies will be laid to rest in a foreign land forever. Only nameplates with names engraved on them that the military temporarily made will be placed in public coffins, buried in the soil and erected as monuments to symbolize that they have been to the human world.

The family members of the deceased came to the coffin one after another, some were speechless or broke down in tears. After the programmed mourning, they knelt on the ground and handed over the stone in their hands that was engraved with the name of their father, husband or son.

The nameplate was placed in the coffin to complete the final farewell.

The snow kept falling, getting heavier and heavier, but no one wanted to leave. More than 2,000 family members of the fallen soldiers stood in the snow and sobbed quietly.

At the same time, in the vast land outside the royal city, there are more than 12 million family members of soldiers doing the same thing.

Standing next to Solandel was a mother and her son. Their lives were as usual. The young woman got up early, made breakfast for her son, and sent him to school.

The little boy was reading, writing, and playing with his new friends at school. When the sun set and the school bell echoed in the evening breeze, he ran out of the school yelling, threw himself into his mother's arms, and asked his father what he wanted.

Time to go home.

His mother told him that his father would be back soon.

soon

But in the end, they didn't wait for the man to come home, only his nameplate.

The young woman was in tears at this time and could not accept the fact that her husband had sacrificed her life.

On the contrary, the little boy was calmer. He looked at the male coffin with wide eyes and did not cry.

Perhaps children at this age still don’t understand what separation between life and death means, and think that their father is just away from home and will wait for him to wake up by his bed tomorrow morning and say good morning to him gently.

However, when the little boy saw layers of soil being dug into the pit and the male coffin being covered and buried, he suddenly realized that he would never see his father again.

The little boy's wide-open eyes were covered with mist. He clutched the corner of his clothes tightly and looked at Solandel beside him with an almost pleading look. His voice became hoarse from crying: "Your Majesty the Queen,

Is my dad a hero?"

Is he a hero?

Judging from the deeds, there is no doubt that it is.

After all, this was a collective funeral attended by Her Majesty the Queen in person, and the fact that the mother and son were qualified to stand beside Her Majesty showed that man's outstanding record.

It was an offensive and defensive battle that took place on the 17th of Booting. The man's position was violently attacked by the imperial court's elite divisions. Ten of his comrades were killed or wounded, and they ran out of ammunition and food.

At the end of the road, as a commander of thousands, he did not abandon his position and retreat. Instead, he covered himself with kerosene and led the remaining troops to launch a counterattack.

Finally, he broke through the enemy's lines, rushed into the fire mine storage point, shouted "Glory to my Lord" and ignited the kerosene on his body, detonating a large number of enemy fire mines, and directly killed and injured more than a hundred Far Eastern warriors.

This incident was later regarded as a model by the Royal Army, and attracted many soldiers to imitate them when they were at the end of their rope. This man was also selected by the Prince Regent to be promoted as a hero.

However, at this time, when faced with the question of the hero's orphan, Solandel gave a completely different answer. Her eyes were as gray as dead water, and she said faintly: "No, your father is not a hero. He died meaninglessly.

."

This answer stunned everyone around. The young woman also covered her mouth in horror, shed tears of disbelief, and sobbed: "Your Majesty, how could you say that?"

The little boy stood there blankly, his eyes dull and at a loss.

Gradually, an almost twisted flame ignited in his eyes, and he clenched his fists and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It doesn't matter! Dad is not a hero, I will become a hero in the future! When I grow up, I will follow my lord in the battle like my father did.

Kill all those Far Eastern dogs! Kill them all!!!”

If Solandel had endured it before, then at this moment, the uncontrollable grief completely defeated her psychological defense.

Regardless of the people of the dynasty or the subjects of the kingdom, every human being was once a baby conceived in ten months and was brought into this world with difficulty by the great mother.

The little boy in front of me was supposed to have a happy childhood, thrive under the care of his parents, and transform from an innocent child into an upright man.

Suddenly, gunpowder smoke surged through, and his father died. The existence revered by the world left a curse in his heart, telling him to hate other human beings and telling him to kill them when he grew up.

Years later, the little boy who grows up will remember the words of the gods, always remain angry, always remember hatred, cry war, and long for revenge.

He would scream and insert a knife into the heart of the "enemy" to become a "hero" like his father, but he forgot that everyone was once an innocent child and should have had a completely different and beautiful life.

Sorendel's sobs burst out of her throat. She hugged the little boy into her arms and clasped his back tightly with her fingers, as if she wanted to grab him from the edge of the abyss.

"I'm sorry," she said tremblingly.

The little boy completely froze on the spot. The burning hatred in his eyes slowly faded and turned into confusion. He asked at a loss: "Your Majesty, why do you want to apologize?"

Solandel clenched her teeth, blood oozing out from between her teeth due to excessive bite. Her eyes were filled with unprecedented resentment and determination, and her sight seemed to penetrate the snow, staring at a certain existence.

"I released a monster with my own hands"
Chapter completed!