Demon King Dad

Open your eyes.

The pitch-black pupils felt the first ray of light they received after opening them. My vision was blurred, but soon began to condense. The ceiling of his small broken wooden house was reflected in his pupils.

The pupils stared at the ceiling and fell into a daze for a while. The memory of the owner of the eye is a little confused, and he needs some time to sort it out. But soon, he remembered something.

"...!!!"

The idiot tried to straighten up, but then suddenly he realized that the handcuffs and ankle chains that had been stripped from his limbs were put on again sometime. It didn't stop there. The shabby shirt he was wearing was replaced by a dark black sweater at this moment. What surprised him even more was that the weight attached to this waistcoat... was even heavier than the restraints on the hands and feet combined...!

The strength was not right, and the idiot could not get up. He lay down, feeling the pressure from his chest. The weight of the seemingly soft clothes pinched his chest. After taking a deep breath, he finally gradually unzipped the chains of his hands and feet, supported the bed, and sat up.

For the first time after getting up, those jet-black eyes did not observe the condition of the body. He was looking for something around, until after those cold eyes saw a small figure, the eyes that were frozen by the frost loosened slightly...

Bun lay beside him, wrapped in warm clothing, sleeping soundly. Her two little hands were dragging the corners of the idiot's clothes, and her tear-stained little face showed a peaceful sleep...

"You let me down."

A cold voice came from his ears, and the idiot turned his head and saw the cold and serious face of Principal Campa. At this time, a firework burst out of the black sky outside the window, and colorful fireworks rose and exploded one after another. This also means that the Holy Eve Festival has reached its final climax, and the year 1180 will pass.

The idiot stretched out his hands, picked up the bread, and held her in his arms. Principal Campa sat on the chair by the table, looked at him with a very dissatisfied look, and said--

"I want you to meet in the auditorium at six o'clock, but you are sleeping. It seems that you are really capable, thinking that you are already very good, you don't need to listen to my orders, right?"

The idiot lowered his head and gently stroked the sleeping face of the bread without saying a word.

"I ask you, do you know what happened?"

"…………………………"

"Say!"

"...I...killed him..."

"Kill him? Do you really think that your sword killed him? Unfortunately, the scene where you played the hero last was seen by me who happened to arrive. Your sword did brush his throat, but The opponent's strength is far superior to you, so at the last moment, his neck crooked, and your sword just slid over his skin. Although the person was injured, he did not die. At that time, you passed out due to the serious injury! "

The idiot's pupils contracted slightly. To be honest, his physical strength has been greatly overdrawn since the sword was stabbed. He just felt that he should have killed the man. But if, as Principal Campa said, he didn't kill the opponent, but just caused the opponent to faint after some injuries......! ! !

"You should be grateful to the young master of the Goodsey family, Dylaw Goodsey. If he didn't arrive later, I'm afraid you are dead and look at me again."

The idiot turned his head slightly and muttered softly: "Dilao... Goodsay...?"

"Yes, it was him. Arrived in time after you were in a coma, and smoothly killed the man. You remember to me, you are just a little poor creature, I just looked at the parents of this little girl It was my student’s sake that allowed you to stay here. You don’t know what fighting is at all. Compared to the talented Dyer Goodsay, you are as ugly and small as silt. Do you understand? ?!"

The cold facts gradually cooled the idiot's mind, and he once again knew how weak he was. At that moment, he thought he had killed an adult who was good at fighting? This is really ridiculous. Today's self is just a weak, incompetent, and the strength in his hands is only enough to protect the rubbish, beggar. Yes, this is who I am, a person who only needs to try various methods to live desperately, and protect that little girl to live with...

Rats in the ditch.

"Do you understand your situation? Idiot."

Maybe it's the name, maybe it's just the purest insult. Facing the question from Headmaster Campa, the idiot nodded.

"Very good. But you understand, and you can’t make up for your failure to come to the Holy Eve Festival today. You will be punished if you fail to keep your promises. From now on, you will not only wear these shackles, but also wear this specially made piece of mine. Heavier clothes for life. This clothes will not provide you with any protection, its texture is as soft as ordinary clothes. But the weight in it can compress your lungs and make your breathing difficult."

"Perhaps in normal times, you can still expand your lungs through autonomous control. But once you sleep, as long as you are lying down, this piece of clothing will press on your chest, making your lungs unable to expand independently. , Suck in air."

"Your life is a race against death. Even when you are sleeping, you have to resist death desperately. If you don't want to die, you should exercise your internal organs so that your lungs can be used while you sleep. Can voluntarily resist the oppression of this dress and expand breathing. Of course, any child of your age can do this kind of thing, and you are too weak compared to all my students."

Campa stood up from his seat and waved his sleeves: "From now on, you will not be able to get a rest even in sleep. Struggle, breathe hard. If you still want to see you after you sleep The sun of the next day, instead of turning into a corpse that died of suffocation, let me sustain it well. I will be happy to see how you struggle and how you survive the abyss of pain."

The idiot lowered his head and said nothing. His heart has changed back to coldness, and knowing that this piece of clothing on his body is likely to kill his own while he sleeps, his desire to survive has begun to ignite in this child's heart again.

Dirty rats are fighting against the cruel nature all the time, trying to exhaust any small possibility and have to live. Survive because of fear of death. Because I don't want to die, the more humble mouse is, the better it can survive under any circumstances. No matter how humble, how pitiful, and miserable... I want to live.

Campa looked at the child, at those cold eyes that were exactly the same as the snow outside. There is no so-called self-esteem in these eyes, no so-called decency. There is no hope, no thirst, no destiny, no self-pity, no complaint. Some have only the simplest and most direct desire to survive.

Seeing these eyes, the corners of Campa’s mouth showed an imperceptible smile...

"However, after the conditions of the day, I agree to give you a little freedom."

Campa snapped his fingers, and a five-pointed star instantly appeared on the shackles of his clothes and limbs, as if he was born imprinted on those utensils.

"In normal times, I ask you to wear these appliances all the time, even if you are eating, sleeping, bathing or going to the toilet, you are not allowed to take them off. But, maybe one day you will encounter the same dangerous situation as today. You are the same lucky. It may appear twice, so in order to save your life, I allow you the right to'take off these shackles when you need it most.' However, if you dare to take off these in normal non-combat situations... hum, Food, don’t think about it. Don’t expect to pay for your work. If you mess with me, I will crush you under the building and crush you alive.”

The dark and cold pupils closed slightly, and he nodded.

"See you next year."

In the hall of the Holy Eve Festival in the distance, people in luxurious dresses picked up wine glasses and began the countdown to welcome the New Year. Under the colorful fireworks in the sky, Principal Campa left the cabin. Only left in the room, the idiot with his hands and feet bound, and wearing a heavy sweater that makes people unable to move, holding the baby, silently staring at the sky outside the window...

Beautiful and dark.