Behind hell's light

The man was standing there frozen in a cold state stepped into the room with solid and magnificent ruins then looked around all the luxurious furniture and stared at my desk and i was sipping a glass of alcohol slightly pale red red face was staring at me, for a moment I felt boredom in the room . As a game, i will immediately invite him to talk and say "Hey, Dion. You need to add alcohol to your face, do you want to keep holding that sluggish face, actually i want to crush your eyes." The man's fast speed is like saying my heart will kill you in the next five seconds but of course he won't do it, the condition is i'm the boss now. How can he be brave if i have subdued a ferocious dog that i have prepared for thousands of years and all the tactics and plans, the chessboard alone has no dignity in comparison. The man was starting to get angry but of course i spoke casually and making perfunctory agreements was tiring, how could i get away from all this. Seeing the decay of all the family members and nothing can save my sanity anymore. For the welfare of Agriche, Roxana is the temporary head of the family.

Lant Agriche, exchange of fate; In this day and age when all humans will flock to the barracks, the fire will not go out in front of this man, I almost think it's better if I try to commit suicide myself while smiling sweetly, isn't it funny. If this child knew that until the end of his life my sadness was just a tool when the lock of the tower was opened then what tower was it, during a questioning session some humans entered the room to test life with traditions and manners that were firmly embedded from long ago. Do you still remember it, Dion? sweet kid. My elder brother, this head and eyes I really want to gather into one eternal unit and if I hang it on the terrace of our residence, it will surely leave a dazzling aura and make me betrothed by the emperor. Your fear is endless, do I need to torture you with a little salty, sweet or savory please choose, I'm quite unstable about this. Do you know if you are alone where this dark prison will pierce your organs one by one even though there is no messenger or order from a certain group to ensure that you have created this residence with your own compassion. Unfortunately you made a mistake, Lant Agriche. Please die.