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I thought my wish could be realized, but I didn't expect that my enthusiasm would be met with hostility and such coldness.
You saw it too, everyone likes Cu Chulainn, even my own brothers abandoned me for him. Although I told them to go see the King and get their chance, deep down, I really wanted them to stay with me...
As he said this, Jiang Lu actually bowed his head and began rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, poor soul..." Dechtire was also full of sympathy in that moment.
Jiang Lu lifted his head, his eyes slightly red, and it was unclear whether he was speaking for Dechtire to hear or for himself: "I plan to leave quietly, to escape Alster before Cu Chulainn finds out, so I won't be forced to duel with him..."
He looked at Dechtire earnestly, "Before this, I never knew his mother was so young and beautiful, and cared about him so much. Even just to prevent your tears, I would definitely not defeat him in a duel.
You know that a Bard is meant to bring joy, not sorrow, right?"
