[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Uncrowned King

I waited patiently in the city for a few days, waiting for him to come to me, but instead of him, I waited for a fire in the Duke's mansion.

I was waiting for him to come to me again, at least on the premise that I said that he could come to me for anything, and he could come and tell me that what he asked for was fulfilled, but he didn't come either.

He has become like this, different from before, but not bad.He is still very good, and I have no right to say that I miss him more - I am nothing to him, on the contrary, he still hates me.

If he had always been like this, he wouldn't have been so easily deceived by me back then.He left so neatly that I never saw him in the end.I know that he is the Son, that he has gone to sea, and that I will never see him again.

His name is known to many people.Although his efforts are not known to those who live in a daze, many people know that he has changed an era.He is not a ruler, not a king, but he does things that ordinary people can't think of or do.

In the few years when he just left, people only described him as kind and noble, but in the second half of my long life, many historians began to pay attention to the beginning of the new era, and wrote many books to analyze the Holy Son What Muir did may be true or guesswork. In short, they added many comments to Samuel, excavated him from history, and gave him a lot of meaning.

They called Samuel the "uncrowned king" and said that his influence on the continent of Hillsbu was greater than that of any big man at that time.But Samuel would not like such a title.

He will not take pleasure in being king, and if someone puts a crown on him, he will take it off himself.

I haven't told him about myself yet.Before I said it, he didn't want to hear it.My secretiveness, the thick sores I buried in my wounds, and my desire to confide in him are all ruined by my lack of clarity.In fact, it doesn't matter if I don't talk about it, these kinds of sorrows and sufferings that are similar to each other can only elicit a sigh and a look of pity. No, I can't even get this. My side-by-side people don't even understand me.

He will never understand me, no matter how pitiful and worthy of sympathy I say about myself, but I know that as long as I do one thing wrong, he will not forgive me, so I am suddenly glad that I didn't say anything.I didn't say it, he thought I was hesitating, difficult to speak, just a fabricated story that was useless, just an excuse to cover up mysteries, but in his eyes, I was just a fool who loved to make him angry The annoying spirit is in the position of boredom, not outright contempt and disgust.

I have said a lot to him, those false ones, because there are too many, I have forgotten them all, but it is a rare true sentence, but I remember it clearly.

I told him that the blood from the bottom of his boot when I first met him was from my kindred, and it was true.But Samuel didn't take it seriously.

As far as I am concerned, I have no guilt.We wolves are not human beings, we have no benevolence, justice and shame, and cannibalism is nothing, but Samuel will not accept it.

My story was not told to him, so now, let me tell you.

The Custer wolves are a race that can switch between humans and wolves. The reason why this is so is unknown to the tribe. As a vegetarian race, the tribe was only happy to be able to mix with humans at first.It's a pity that wolves are wolves, and vegetarians are also wolves. Human beings soon discovered our existence, and even found a characteristic that we didn't even know about ourselves: our hair is shiny after leaving the body, so we are no longer worthy in their eyes. The existence of fear, on the contrary, we have become cherished collections, but are hunted and killed by them.

By the time I was born, there were only a few dozen members of the Custer tribe, huddled in the depths of the Angolo Forest in Kil'jaeden, the southernmost country on the mainland. Because of being hunted down and spied on for a long time, they had already lost their wolves. Instead of the ferocious and fearless nature of the clan, he became cowardly and timid. In short, it made me quite tired.

Compared with the characteristics of the people of the Custer tribe, I tend to be more like a wolf. Although because of my personality, I look very lazy, it is just infected by the fear and fear of the people around me. Gradually, I also got used to this superficial temperament, which always caused much less defense, and it was not eye-catching.

At first, I had no dissatisfaction with surviving like this.We, a pack of wolves, do not live in packs like wolves. Although we live in a small village, we live alone, transforming into human shapes, cultivating fields to grow food, and not communicating with each other. The whole village is as quiet as a wolf. Dead silence.Although he will still carry out combat training in wolf form and human form, it is not for taking the initiative to attack, but for protecting himself.

I lived the same life as them, I was born by my parents, and I was kicked out to be independent not long after.Once it was my turn to go to a human town with another person to exchange supplies. We exchanged our grain and the wild animals we hunted for iron and cloth for farming.When I came back from a human town, I stood on a piece of land with a brand new hoe in my hand, and I suddenly felt how ironic it was!Wolves are not wolves, people are not people, I look down on them, and I also look down on myself.

During the group training in the village, I was always the first in everything, but being the first was meaningless, it did not represent status or praise.But I want to change something, and this is a meaningless road, there is no success, only failure, before I do it, I know it clearly.

There are only dozens of people in the village, and all of them are content with the status quo, hoping that they will not be discovered by humans for the rest of their lives.Such a miserable race has no need to continue to exist. When wolves don't eat meat and only eat vegetables, it has already determined our sad situation.

I didn't try to preach my ideas to them, nor did I give them a choice.I just went to the door one by one, killed them, and stepped on their dead and bleeding bodies.Before such a sad death, it would be better for me, my kindred, to end their lives. You can blame me, use every word you can think of, but I will never regret it.

As the last clan of Craster wolves in the world, I set foot on the road leading to the human town.Meeting Samuel was an accident, but there would be others without him.Let people know my identity, catch me, and then I will use myself as bait, one by one, tear those guys who want to collect me to pieces.

Custer wolves are vegetarian, but that doesn't mean they won't kill people.Killing the collectors and the ones who just show off our pelts won't really do anything.I don't hate humans, they collect us no differently than they collect beautiful jewels, and I don't mean to warn, Custer has cut me off anyway.It's not even venting anger.

I just show my kindred that died at my hands, and see, that's the kind of people they're afraid of.There should be no attempt to mingle with humans in the first place, let alone show fear.Wolves are afraid of people, how ridiculous!Even if I knew that I would be caught by them for real one day, I would kill myself before they tried to take my fur.I don't want to make something that they can mention in a contemptuous tone. I am a wolf, a beast, and I will fight to the end without compromise.

The second time I met Samuel was when I had just changed countries and was using myself as bait again.The appearance of Samuel actually ruined my plan. I could have been taken back by those people as if he didn't exist, but I couldn't. I stopped him.

Samuel is human, but he's not like everyone else, he's the kind of human I'd want to keep if I wanted to keep pets.I chattered with him, but he was annoyed, so he walked away without even listening to me.

That's when I came close to telling him my story.

This is already a "story".When I walked out of the village that I destroyed, I couldn't objectively describe my memories of the past, my feelings for the dead kinsmen, and myself.When I tell you now, I have mixed too much of my personal feelings.I think those tribesmen may live a peaceful life, but when I tell you, they live a numb life.Maybe the people I killed also had my parents, but parents are nothing in the wolf family. I didn't even remember the scene at that time.In the past, it was in cool colors. In my narration, I poured cold water on it. From the beginning to the end, there was no warm color at all.

The third and last time I met Samuel was at the mansion of a perverted duke.This duke has a collection habit, which is more hateful than those who are purely for showing off.In order to kill this man, I did a lot of research beforehand, and finally designed to let him catch me.He was curious about me because I pretended to be the last of the Craster pack.The last one, always special.

It just makes me wonder that his newness to me didn't last long.I easily broke free to check the things he was holding me, only to realize that he had caught a new gadget, and I am currently focusing all my energy on him.I went back to my room and waited for him to think of me again.When he was making * specimens, he was always the most focused and least defensive, but before I waited for him, I waited for Samuel first.

The new favorite of the perverted Duke turned out to be Samuel's friend, and a close friend at that.Seeing Samuel go to great lengths to save his friend, I don't know why I feel a little jealous.

I told him he could come to me if needed.I hope that he will come to me, saying that sharing adversity is a good way to enhance friendship. If I rescue his friend together with him, Samuel will definitely change his opinion of me.

But Samuel didn't come.

I didn't wait for him in the end, except for the fire, what I waited for was the news of his going to sea.

My story ends here.I'm not done yet, I'm still doing what I'm used to, I even pretend to be other rare races.But for me, the part that can be called "the story" has already been told.

The rest, no matter how boring, even to the point where I find it boring to do it again, just for the sake of the people I killed, I have to do it.

You said, if Samuel had heard my story then, would he have found me pathetic, pitiful, or abominable?