Wielding lakresha... It not only heightened my dominant negative emotions. Wielding it made me realize it aimed to kill evilness.
Sam reeked of blood and death. Lakresha told me Sam shouldn't have existed. That it was only right to kill him now, before it was too late.
That it had justified the hostility from his brothers a long time ago?
But how could I do that?
How could I let this damn lakresha tell which was right, and what's wrong? How dare this weapon order me around?
I hated it.
They knew nothing. Be it the royal family or lakresha. They knew nothing.
I might not know him completely. But my heart does.
"So what?" I asked, almost pouting. "Who cares if you're the worst? Who cares if everyone thinks you shouldn't have existed? Does their opinion matters more than mine?"
His lips gaped, but no words came out. The sound of morning breeze whistled softly in my ear.
