370 316. The Second Prince remembered.

Cedric Silva Lowell

It's my name to give (...) everything to God.

From birth, I remember.

... and memories of when you were not even supposed to be blind before you were born.

Everyone believed it to be natural and did not doubt it.

I also remember vividly the day I first learned the language.

I also remember how many grandmothers dished their eyes in my words and deeds.

It was six years, one month and three days after birth that I learned that the habitual person had the function of "forgetting".

"It was not until the day I was two years old that I was given an exotic alias with the Divine Son.

Overflowing with the likeness of God, he was loved by God and continued to be held as a son. … as if it were an affair to the kingdom of faithful chinese.

By the time I learned my language freely, I was already surrounded by many adults.

"I can remember. But I didn't understand.

Without any doubt, it was turned into their toy.

When the alias "Divine Son" penetrated, he was first laid eyes on the Bertrand Regent.

... At first, it was just a way of speaking and saying hello as a royalty. I still don't know if you were seriously willing to educate me then. But if I learned that right away, their teeth would come off at once.

I absorbed all the knowledge that could be imposed on me, even though I could be commanded to do so without exception. I remember clearly from the page to the line of letters, to the number of wrinkles in Regent Bertrand's hand that he imposed on me.

I remember the number of people who were too obsessed with rare toys, neglected my diet and life management, and fell asleep feeling fever myself.

Despite being royal, I would be the only one in history, such as a prince dying in the castle from hunger.

Fearing to be known to his father, who was then king, the Bertrand Regent abused his authority to take my watchdog from Chancellor Dario. Prime Minister Dario's face... still wants to forget when he threatens to take away his wife, son and your place in the castle.

That's how they branded me a special education, and I was quietly murdered at their hands.

It becomes a toy that only accumulates and exhales knowledge, remembers it until it loses consciousness, and shows off.... that was the only reason I existed.

Until then, in my knowledge, that was "common sense."

There were no special feelings about you, my brother, who meets at national ceremonies or anything like your father or mother. The first prince will be king if blood connects and goes in order.... "Ordinary."

And he said, "I deserve the next generation of kings called the Divine Son." Every day, they kept playing with their mouths next to mine.

Just a few days of old age getting screwed together.

It was... my brother you who saved me from that hell.

"Stop it! You guys...! What are you doing to my brother?

My brother didn't hesitate to help me out until then. [M]

The consciousness was hazy, but I also remember that time vividly. Thank you so much no matter how many times you thank me.

By virtue of the First Prince's brother, the outrage of Bertrand and the others was brightened, and I was finally secured a human life.

Six days after my brother saved me, I didn't get any emotions and was just a tool to suck up and spit out my knowledge. I didn't know where else to put myself beside you,... or what to do.

Only the fear remained that if I met other adults, they would be restrained and forced again.

Only when I was in the same space as you, brother, was my only time to rest my heart. The words you said to me, which were tools in the form of people, are still engraved in my soul.

We're brothers. I don't need a reason. You can always count on it. I'll always be on your side.... ever, would have been hard '

The moment they said that, the emotions that had kept killing me were brought up.

It was the first time I understood the joy and... and the fact that I was "hard."

Until then, I understood for the first time that the beatings I had naturally received were unusual, and that the pain and anguish I myself kept asking someone to save me somewhere.

The warmth, the heart, the affection, the humanity of men are all given and taught to me by my brother.

The time they had stopped me moved, and that's when I finally started spinning my own needle.

Ever since then, I've followed you around. [M] My brother, who was busy studying, would have been nothing but annoying to you, such as my presence, and you accepted me without one disgusting face.

You're the only one in my world. [M]