Chapter 193 The Inheritance of Death

Of course, Aiwas himself does not write a diary.

This will make him feel insecure, as if his heart is being peeped into. Just writing it out will make him feel this way, even if theoretically no one else will see his diary.

In this case, if Aiwas were asked to write a diary, he would not be able to write the truth.

It's like sharing daily life on social platforms - the content shared is of course processed, refining the interesting parts, artificially removing the boring elements, and hiding the things that make him feel ashamed. He may even tell a lie that he believes, repeating it over and over again to try to modify his memory.

- But on the other hand, if he reads other people's diaries, Aiwas will feel a kind of aggression.

Peeping is a kind of covert aggression, but it is different if you accept the other party's consent and read it under the other party's gaze - there is a feeling of peeling off the other party's heart layer by layer in front of him. This feeling makes Aiwas more excited than peeling off clothes.

Even if the diary is not entirely true, at least you can get a taste of the mentality when writing it... just like folklore is usually somewhat related to what really happened at the time.

After all, lies are like dreams, which are psychedelic things that need the truth as a fermented grain to ferment.

Isabel said "you don't have to read that part", but she didn't explicitly refuse. That is to let herself see it.

From this perspective, perhaps it was not Aiwass who peeled off the first layer, but Aiwass herself...

Aiwass vaguely felt that Isabel might have been lonely for too long, and she desperately hoped that someone could free her from the fear of the past. And the change had better be strong enough.

Because if it is too gentle, she might want to stay there and stay still... Her heart is strong. Because only a little comfort brought by gentleness is enough to heal the heartache caused by her staying in the dark.

But that is always a temporary solution.

If you want to buy, buy permanent costumes, and if you want to bring people, bring them to the end!

How can you do things halfway?

Unless he was teasing her on purpose...

This made Aiwass feel excited for the first time in a long time.

But he still suppressed his heart and started reading from the beginning - if he turned directly to the end, the purpose would be too obvious. And without the foreshadowing in the front, he could not resonate with Isabel, and would make her feel disrespected and uncomfortable.

But Aiwass looked at this "Royal Diary" carefully and soon got into it.

Because this diary did record a lot of things he didn't know...

"July 3, 1887, sunny."

"If you see these words, it means I'm dead."

Copied in elegant and clean words, it was a diary or suicide note left by a person who looked very calm: "Whether it was poisoning, disease or curse, eight people in the family have died in the past seven years. This can't be accidental anyway.

"In other words, we must be prepared to die at any time. We must live every day as if it were the last day, and we must also be prepared for the possibility that one day in the future, all of us will die.

"When that time comes, no one will speak for us, and we will not be able to speak. Because the dead cannot speak. Before that, we must leave some evidence... to prove that we have been here, to prove that we have lived."

"My brothers and sisters, my elders, my children. I hope you will not be too sad when you see these words, and not too late... not so late that you have lost your reason and dignity. From this point of view, I hope I can die earlier.

"I will keep writing my diary until I die. After my death, this diary will be spread throughout the Du Lac family.

"I hope you can remember that Lancelot's descendants are not cowards and are not afraid of death."

This is the first diary at the beginning of this book, and it is obviously the reason why they left a diary.

...Leave a record and proof?

Ewass thought thoughtfully.

Although he didn't know who this person was, he did admire his calmness.

And the next article was still in his tone, but he skipped a lot of content in the middle. Obviously Isabel only copied the most critical part.

"1887, September 1, sunny."

"I may be dying, but I hope you can live well."

Then, the second person spoke.

He seemed a little anxious.

"September 4, heavy rain"

"My eldest brother also died. He seemed to have died of the curse. Mom was also very sad... It rained for three days. Was it to bid him farewell?"

"I saw your diary and I understand what you mean. A knight should have his own dignity... But..."

"My Lord... My Lord. What do you think? Why do you let us suffer this?"

Then, it jumped directly to a few months later.

"January 3, Rain"

"My Annie is finally gone... She was only eight years old! This damn curse has tortured her for so long!"

"If she really has to die, I'd rather let her die for me! If I can catch the one who cast the curse, I'll skin him alive and roast him over the fire!"

"My Lord, what do you think? Is this your punishment for us?"

Seeing the words filled with despair, Aiwas's fingers moved slightly.

He pursed his dry lips.

This should be the death of the child of the prince or princess who recorded the diary.

His excitement gradually became heavy, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Just two diaries, he felt the resentment and obsession entangled in this book.

At the same time, he looked at the selection of content and realized another thing:

If only Prince Andrew was the insider, he should not have attacked the little girl. This is more like a traditional curse... According to traditional curses, the curse will attack the weakest person within the curse range. In this case, it is easy for children to be infected with the curse.

That is to say, when Andrew went to find the mastermind to cooperate, the curse had actually been popular for a while?

He sat on the chair in front of Isabel's desk and looked at Isabel who was standing behind him and also looking at the diary: "How old were you when you started copying this?"

"This is actually the third one. I was nine years old when I copied it for the first time."

Isabel's hand gently rested on Aiwas's shoulder, just like Aiwas's hand on her shoulder before.

The princess with long golden hair said softly: "Anne is my sister, she is one year younger than me. I remember it very clearly because it was my first playmate who died in the curse.

"Before that, I didn't feel much about the curse. Even if it happened right next to me, I always felt that it was something far away from me.

"-Until my best friend fell on the bed and kept coughing. The curse she suffered from was chronic. She was repeatedly cured by priests and recurred... But she couldn't eat and her body became weaker and weaker. Finally, she left us in the middle of the night... She didn't call for help, she must be tired."

Isabel lowered her eyes and said softly.

Then, Aiwass turned the diary back.

"January 7, sunny"

"Today is a sunny day, a good day to die."

"January 8, 1889, sunny."

"Yesterday, Princess Valeria committed suicide. Perhaps she was too sad about the death of Princess Anne. This is also the first member of the Du Lac family who died of suicide after the unknown curse occurred."

"Some people suggested that we just go to war with Xingtan or Iris, but my mother rejected it. She seems to have her own plans, and I believe her."

"I don't want to go to war either, because we don't know who our enemy is. The curse may not be permanent, but the harm caused by war to people is permanent..."

"I am Herak Du Lac. I will record this well. "Che, tell people. I will do my best to record it to the end... The Du Lac family persisted to the end and never fell."

"July 1, 1889, sunny. But I hope it's raining."

"Kreya is dead. My wife Kreya is dead."

"It turns out that the curse is not aimed at the Du Lac family, but at the entire royal family."

"I am shaken. I am angry, and I also want to go to war. I know that it will only destroy myself and Avalon. But I would rather let everything be destroyed... but no. I can't do this. Kreya said that I should stick to my justice."

"... Useless justice."

"I just want to protect my little Fili now, I hope he is okay."

Ewas was silent.

Among the existing royal family members, there is obviously no one named "Fili". For him who already knew the result, this story was too heavy.

So he paused for a long time before turning another page.

"1890, January 1, rain."

"Dad is dead. I'm Fili, and now I'm here to write for Dad."

"I want to live, and so do everyone else. I want my own griffin, as mighty as Uncle Renekton. Destroy all evil and save everyone."

"1891, April 2, sunny."

"Little Fili is dead. Another one died. When will it be my turn? I don't know."

"One day is one day. Today's bluebells are beautiful. Just like me."

"Haha, I hope I can die beautifully. If possible, I want to wear my most beautiful dress and die quietly among the bluebells. It would be best if it could be painted into a picture."

"Will anyone love me after I die? Hengwu, if I offer myself to you, can I dance with you under the moon?"

"1891, August 1, sunny."

"Today, Chris died. I'm probably going to be my turn soon. ”

“Your Majesty advised us that those who want to live can leave the Temple of Silver and Tin and abandon the name of Du Lac, and perhaps they can survive. But now, is it really useful? Even if we leave here, can we survive for those who really want to kill us?”

“I think the only way to survive is to become a Star Antimony or Iris. But I choose to refuse such an ugly and humble way of life.”

“I hope that you who read this diary will also choose to refuse. But if you choose to accept it, I will not blame you.”

“Everyone can choose to live and abandon death, children. You have the right to live. But I hope you will not betray honor—betrayal is the worst sin, and losing honor is worse than death.”

“My Lord, I will fight to the end and never surrender. I will hold my head high until the end of glory and life.”

“My Lord, I will come to you.”

Those are powerful words.

Evans took another deep breath, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The diaries of the royal family members ended here, and the rest were Isabel's diary.

The first line opened was the diary of 1887.

"I'm so scared..."

"Dad said I can cry..."

Only two sentences.

This is the first diary left by Isabel.

But just looking at it, Aiwas seemed to see the nine-year-old girl.

She was so lonely, so scared... so fragile.

He turned around and looked at Isabel who shyly looked away.

Despite this, she had a faint, barely visible smile on her face. That was the expression when she wanted to laugh but deliberately kept a straight face.

——She is no longer afraid.

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