Team villains except me

"Kalan, this is how the world works. I know you hate me, and I hate you equally.

I want you to die more than anyone else in the world.But at the same time, I hope you can live more than anyone else in this world.

——Caritan Christine”

-

Summer nights are melancholy.

The lonely sky is tragic and gorgeous, and the scattered stars are fragments of broken gems on the curtain, irregularly dotted with the somewhat desolate moonlit night.

The moon is very dark.It seemed to be drenched in silence and sadness, cast in a dull shadow.

Lisianthus has a subtle aroma.

Nolvia's sense of smell is very sensitive, and she smelled the vague fragrance of flowers in the guest room.

"It's the thornless rose that Yusili asked people to plant before."

Joshua said this as he cut a piece of blue velvet cloth open with gold scissors.

Norvia nodded and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

She did not leave Deshi Manor as usual, but stayed in the guest room with Joshua waiting for Kallan to wake up again.

"Norvia, do you think he will collapse when he wakes up?"

Joshua suddenly asked the silent half-mermaid.

"When Kalan was awake, sometimes I looked at him and felt very powerless. I could heal his burnt and whipped wounds, but what kind of magic would be used to suture the wounds caused by the death of a loved one?

Just like if something happened to Yusri, I would be so sad and guilty that I would die. "

Norvia's blue eyes moved slightly.

She remembered something from the past that had almost disappeared from her memory.

In fact, people need some luck to live an ordinary life.

She never had that kind of luck in her two lives - she always had to accept the separation of life and death prematurely.

When her uncle died, she didn't understand what death was. She felt that her uncle had abandoned her just like her parents, so she wanted to be the best adult and make them regret abandoning her.

By the time she realized everything, she had grown up staggeringly.

But this life is different.

She already clearly understood what she had lost, and she tried her best but could not change the result of her parents' death.

So she was depressed for a long time.

She didn't understand why she had to suffer all this.Fate always likes to push her to desperate situations.

It took a lot of courage, a lot of strength, a lot of love for her to believe that her existence was meaningful and that life was better than death.

And she had.

"...Joshua, he will break. But if he wants to live - he will always find a reason to live in despair."

Even if it's hatred, even if it's cowardice, even if it's the smallest thing.

"For Caritan, he will live."

-

The sticky darkness was filled with tearing pain.

Kalan opened his eyes and saw his familiar home.

He seemed to have lost part of his memory... He didn't understand why he suddenly came back here.

The door to the house was opened.

The gray-haired old man touched his head.

"Are you looking forward to today?"

Kalan stretched out his hands in a daze and touched the old man's arms.

This is his father who died many years ago.

He answered subconsciously.

"Yes, Dad, I'm looking forward to it."

……

After investigation, Kalan figured out the current situation.

Although he didn't understand why, he seemed to have returned to the past.

He had not yet been imprisoned in Golden Maple Sanitarium, and Caritan had not yet been adopted by his parents.

Everything is at square one, and he can change his and Caritan's fate.

He hadn't remembered which memory he had lost, but it probably didn't matter.

He won't make the same mistake again.

-

Caritan was attracted by Chachas' "plan to welcome foreigners".

Her parents left her with her uncle's family, but the war took away all her relatives, and she had nowhere to go, so she came to Chachas.

When Kallan was young, he didn't understand why he suddenly had a sister. He felt that his love was being divided, so he always quarreled with Caritan.

Kalan leaned against the wall, his blue eyes narrowed.

He later learned that adopting foreigners would receive water subsidies, and his parents adopted Caritan for this condition.

But not this time.

He would reject Caritan.

The water mage will not end well in Chachas, and he will set Kalitan free.

"...Hello. My name is Caritan. I am ten years old. I am healthy and have no disease. Please keep me."

The lanky girl croaked timidly through the fence.

Kalan stood on the front steps of her house, looking at her quietly.

He rarely recalled the caution with which Caritan had first arrived.His parents gave their love to him fairly to Caritan, who slowly turned into the reliable sister who always made him angry.

It was completely different from the girl he saw now, scrawled like an untied wheat ear.

——If there had been no intersection at the beginning, Caritan would not have been bound to Chachas and lived like a corpse because of him.

He loved Caritan.

He would rather die than let Caritan live.

Chachas is not Caritan's home and never will be.

Kalan clenched his fists.His voice trembled.

"...You go. Our family will not adopt you."

He closed his eyes as he spoke these words, but when he opened them, Caritan did not move.

She stood there, her eyes dark.

The skin on her face was chapped, and her clothes were so shabby that the original color could not be seen.She was not short, but she was so stooped from hunger that she looked no taller than a fence.

"Please take me in. You are my last choice. If you reject me, I will have no choice but to return to the war."

Caritan doesn't tell lies.

Kalan asked her hurriedly.

"Wouldn't Chasas give some money to strangers who have not been adopted?"

The lanky girl spoke calmly.

"That money will not fall into my hands."

Kalan was stunned.

He didn't expect this to happen.

He gritted his teeth and tried to drive Caritan away, but Caritan looked at him slightly pleadingly with her green eyes.

Kallan could not refuse Kalitan.

Growing up, he had only once firmly rejected Caritan's request.

And that time, he succeeded in getting Caritan to leave Chachas.

Kallan came to his senses. He walked to the fence and looked up at Caritan.

"What if you can never leave Chachaz again? You have no freedom and no future here."

"It doesn't matter. If I leave Chachas, I will die now."

Caritan answered firmly.

Kalan couldn't say anything more.

He thought of many nodes in the future that could change Caritan's fate.

He will be able to change, and he will set Caritan free.

Kallan opened the fence.

He smiled at her, with a relief he didn't realize he had.

"Welcome home, Caritan."

After he said the last word, time flowed rapidly, and Kalan's eyes were filled with blurry shadows that kept changing.

When he could see clearly, he saw the gray graveyard before him.

On the tombstone is his father's name.

Her mother was sobbing, and Kallan saw Kalitan wiping her mother's tears.

He remembered.

This is Caritan's fourth year as part of his family.

Chachas is suffering from drought, and the water allocated to each household is pitiful.

His father died of thirst.

And when he went to the noble's house to beg for food the day before, he saw bucket after bucket of water being poured into the sand.

There were weeds nourished by water in the sand. He stretched out his hand and was hit hard on the head by a servant of the noble family with a whip.

"This grass is more precious than your life."

The slave said this, looked at him arrogantly, and stepped on him.

He told Caritan in pain that it would be great if he could awaken water magic.

The father will not die, their family will have endless water, he will not be beaten, and everyone will have to beg him.

Those illusory visions came true on Caritan.

Caritan awakened water magic.

……

"If only I had water magic."

Kallan heard Caritan say this.

His heart pounded, and an idea came to his mind.

If - if Caritan didn't have water magic, then she wouldn't be chased and bitten by Chachas.

"Nothing good."

Kallan shouted.

"Nothing good! Water magic is the worst! Caritan, do you know what happens to water magicians in Chachas!"

Caritan shook her head, her green eyes like juicy aloe vera roots.

"I don't know, but I know that with water magic, you won't die of thirst."

"We won't die of thirst, we won't die of thirst!"

Kalan promised so.

He knows what happens next, and he can use the time difference to obtain the capital they need to survive——

He looked at the water splashing on Caritan's fingertips in silence.

"Why. Sister, why?"

Caritan stared back at him in confusion.

"I'm a magician now, isn't that good?"

Kallan held Caritan's hand, his smile hiding endless pain.

Water lilies cannot survive in the desert.Of course magicians are good, but water magicians will only be squeezed to death in Chachas.

Caritan was a genius, and she could survive anywhere in the world except Chachas.

Live happily, proudly, and respectfully.

Only Chachas.

Only in Chachaz, you can't.

But Kallan warmly congratulated Kalitan.

He must be able to protect Caritan.

Time flies again.

Kalan blinked.Time stopped and he saw his haggard mother on the hospital bed.

Mother's lips were moist, but her eyes were so dry that she could hardly move.

Mother is leaving soon.

Before she left, she grabbed the hem of Kalan's clothes.

"Take care of...your sister."

Mother said so.

Kalan had no time to grieve.He responded bewilderedly.

He felt panicked.Time passed so quickly, and he could only make decisions at key nodes.

The year her mother died, Caritan had just come of age.

Adult foreigners will face a choice - become a subject of Chachas, or leave Chachas and wander.

Caritan's departure required planning.

In the past few years, no one in their family has died of thirst. Some clues have been found out. Chachas noticed the existence of a water magician, and they wanted to keep Caritan.

Chachas couldn't keep it.

Because Kalan took the matter of "possessing water magic" on himself, he sent Caritan out of Chachas at the risk of death, telling her never to come back or touch anything related to Chachas. .

He gives her freedom.

only--

Only five years later, Caritan came back on her own initiative.

because of him.

...Not this time.

Kalan raised his head and looked at Caritan, who was crying because of her mother's death.

"Sister, leave Chachas and never come back. Don't trust anyone. Even if I contact you, don't believe it. That's Chachas's method."

Kalitan refused to leave.

She'd realized during her years in Chachas what happened to water magicians, and she couldn't escape it.

Kalan pushed her hard outside the fence, disgust evident in his brows.

"Get out! Who knows you are a water magician now? I will be safe if you leave now! Don't drag me down! Caritan, don't you understand? You are a disaster! Get out of my house, get out Chachas!"

He said so rudely, ignoring Caritan's hurt look.

Caritan looked at him with those green eyes, almost pleading.

This is her home and she has nowhere to go.

Kalan refused to give an inch, he gritted his teeth and his voice was deep.

"I hate you, Caritan, and I never want to see you again."

Caritan was shocked by the strong malice. She stood there for a long time, and finally a water rabbit formed on her fingertips.

“…let it stay with you.

Goodbye, Kalan. "

Water Rabbit lay on Kalan's shoulder, and Caritan turned around and left without taking any luggage with her.

Kalan looked at her silently, counting the time until she reached the magic circle.

He then shouted outside the home before Caritan could be stopped by guards.

"I am a water magician! I am a water magician!"

How could there be two water magicians in one family?

The probability of that is too low.

It can almost be called a miracle.

Now that Kalan is already a water magician, Kalitan who is about to leave is just an ordinary outsider.

Callitan will not be intercepted.

Kalan showed a strange smile.

He knew what was coming.He knew his fate next.

...five years of torture and beating.

Maybe longer.

For the first two months he will enjoy the most favorable conditions, and then he will be asked to contribute to the water supply of Chachas.

He doesn't want to.

Because he simply can't do it.

But he would reveal his hatred for Chachas - showing that he was capable, but just didn't want to work for Chachas.

What followed was the continuous degradation of living conditions, lobbying and threats from the nobles.

The end of refusal to cooperate is the darkest prison in Chachas.

There, day after day, his leg bones would be broken, ugly marks would be left by high-temperature irons, and he would be electrocuted until he vomited and fainted.

There are so many different ways of punishment that he can no longer remember how many he has experienced.

Death is a luxury, but living is the cruelest thing.

But as long as he is still a water magician in name, he will not be killed easily.

The current lord of Chachas is not as crazy as his father. He will not try to create water magicians through horrific experiments. Water magicians will be used up one by one, and he cherishes the living water magicians.

Until Caritan gradually emerged as a genius water magician in the outside world, the lord of Chachas noticed this figure.

It suddenly dawned on him that this was a trap - the man he had behind bars was an impostor.

The lord of Chachas is cruel enough and smart enough.

He knew how to get Caritan back.

Kalan closed his eyes.

Time passed quickly, and when he opened his eyes again, the pain came unexpectedly.

The communicator was on, and the lackeys of Lord Chachas were very loud.

"Caritan Christine, don't you miss your brother? Come back to Chachas and see him!"

The knife was pressed against Kalan's throat, and he was threatened.

"Come, have a word with your sister."

What a familiar scene.

Kalan thought drowsily.

He had described this scene thousands of times in his dreams.

The communicator was shining in the dark cell. His legs and arms were broken by iron rods, causing numbness in pain.He was tied to a chair and couldn't break free.

The tip of the knife had scratched his skin, but the pain was almost negligible to him.

He refused to speak, so the conscienceless executioners stabbed his eyes with sharp knives——

Even though he gritted his teeth, screams still rushed out of his throat.

Caritan heard it.

Kalitan understood everything.

Caritan said, "I'll call Chas back."

This is Kallan's enduring nightmare.

He asked himself countless times why he couldn't be more tenacious, why he screamed, why he couldn't endure it any longer...

That way Caritan won't come back.

This way Caritan would not be forced to agree to many unequal demands because of him.

That way Caritan's eyes wouldn't have that sickening blue color of his—

He exchanged an eye with Caritan.

His unpricked eye was implanted with a magic positioning sensor and replaced with Caritan's.

The stabbed eye has been gouged out. He wears blue fake eyeballs and looks at the world with Caritan's green eyes.

Kalan looked silently at the communicator that lit up in the darkness.

He moved forward with all his strength before the knife left his throat.

Blood spurted out, Kalan felt the pain of his throat being cut open, and smiled with satisfaction.

It doesn't matter if you become mute or die.

He would never let out a cry of pain to bring Caritan back to Chachas.

never……

"Outlanders..."

Kalan felt as if the world had moved.

Time started to run fast again, and Kalan didn't understand why it wasn't over yet.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his neck wrapped in thick bandages.

This is Golden Maple Leaf Nursing Home.

Kalitan stood in front of him.

One blue and one green eyes.

The nightmare comes again.

Kalan lowered his head, his expression blank.

"...I obviously didn't make a sound."

Why is this still the case?

Why is it still like this!

"If I don't come back, you will die."

Caritan said this without any fluctuation in her tone, as calm as saying that the weather is very good today.

Kalan looked at Caritan in a daze. He didn't understand why her fate couldn't be changed, and he didn't understand why Caritan was still so calm.

Once again, as he had done in the past, he collapsed.

"Why do you want to come back? Why don't you let me die! You have to die in Chachas, you have to walk into this trap! You kill me, Caritan, you kill me and leave-"

"Kalan."

Caritan stopped his meltdown by calling his name.

"I really hope you can die. Because of the plague, because of the disease, because of some minor accidents. But it can't be because of this, because of me.

I do like freedom.But I love you.

I hate you for living, but I won't allow you to die. "

"Before you die, live on. Kalan."

Kalan stared blankly at Caritan. He watched Caritan use water magic to condense a lifelike water rabbit for him. He watched Caritan turn around without hesitation and walk further and further away.

"Don't be afraid, stranger, Chachas will be your home."

no no.

Chachas is not a home for strangers.

Kallan felt the world begin to shake, but Caritan continued to walk, turning a deaf ear.

"Foreigner, don't pray, Chachas has the wisest lord."

Kalan felt ridiculous, he noticed the irrationality of the world.

"Foreigner, please don't leave, our flesh and blood are inseparable..."

The world fell apart, and Kalan stretched out his hand to Caritan's back——

He opened his eyes.

A vast expanse of darkness, mixed with intense pain.

He can't see anything.

The song was still playing, like a sharp cone piercing his ears.

He struggled to turn off the song, but Norvia understood his intention and silenced the communicator.

Kalan closed his eyes and returned to the world that had just collapsed.

Caritan came back, looking at him worriedly.

Kallan understood.He smiled bitterly.

He ignored Caritan's confused questions and burst into tears straight into his arms.

The Water Rabbit was still hopping on his shoulders.

-

He remembered.

He remembered the memory he had lost.

-

Caritan, his sister.

died.