Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Growth is experience, experiencing all kinds of people and things, experiencing and adapting to the complexity of society, and transforming yourself into a brand new self through running in.

Just like the complexity and reality of society, this experience is destined to not be smooth sailing, frustration and failure always follow, and maliciousness and competition often accompany it. The greenhouse flowers that have not been destroyed by wind and frost, even if they are beautiful, cannot cover their fatal fragility and their inherent disadvantages in the brutal natural competition.

this is life;

This is growth;

Ugly and beautiful, cruel and gentle.

However, among the many adversities, there is a problem that the more you value the emotions and the more difficult it is for those who admire the beauty of human nature. Those who have suffered this trial will never forget their encounters in the process.

The name of the trial is "Betrayal".

Human nature

Human selfishness;

Use the goodwill of others to trample on the trust of others-has always been an integral part of human nature, betrayal and betrayal have always been an important part of social history. Celebrating virtue will not let the evil disappear, nor will the moralization stop the malignancy.

Of course, the criticism of human nature and the entanglement of good and evil will be endless, admit the part of human nature and evil, and go beyond the simple duality of good and evil to seek the most favorable and reasonable solution in a diverse world. This is the life of an adult. Way.

But this is also based on the premise of being able to overcome the damage caused by betrayal. If the mind is too fragile or the damage is too deep, then there is even a question about whether it can grow, let alone enter the next stage.

Tragicly betrayed by the whole world, lost trust in everything, and don't know what to believe-not the stale "Second Two" evasion of responsibility, such as "wrong is not me, the world", but a real reality. How can this be crossed?

When I finally contacted Grete, the shared memory was vivid.

The ruined village, the barren land, the black diamonds growing arbitrarily.

There is also the state of mind as an annotation to this ruined landscape, and the decision to cut off all human nature in pursuit of ultimate efficiency and results.

Purpose-only to seek answers.

So nurture, so teach, so exercise, so protect.

There is nothing in it that can be called "family affection" and "goodwill". It is just a sample kept for the purpose of exploring the results. There is no trace of respect and concern for the individual named "Roland Dalk", will, and dignity.

Undoubtedly, this is an extremely excessive behavior, but Roland, who is familiar with the existence, has also accepted it. He knew that there was a consistent mode of thinking, and he had long been aware of it in his heart. When he came into contact with those memories, he could bear the tragic impact.

What really made him unacceptable were those he witnessed with Fafna, which made him thoroughly understand the despicableness of human nature.

There is no hero.

There is no Holy Girl.

There is no savior.

In the face of this generation of divine agents, even if you gather the world's fighting power, you can't win. This is reality, truth, and law.

Therefore, fearless agents are needed, which can offset the technical advantages of the elven camp, lead the believers to charge, and can also be unfavorable in the hell-like battlefield, except for the "brave" who does not need self-will.

Think calmly, the reason is not complicated.

All they need is the ability to fight and destroy. As for Roland's personality or feelings, it doesn't make any sense to the big men. In other words, the value of the man named Roland Dalke is only defined as a part for combat and an idol who is regarded as a "hero".

This is not a hero, but a slave... no, it is a domestic animal. Without any self-will, how is it different from the horses ordered to pull the carriage? What is the difference between those people and Li Lin who wrote and edited his life script while operating and enjoying and improving behind the scenes? Probably only the two sides differ in the level of control and use of carrots and whips-as in all other aspects.

The person who did these things without changing his face actually told him "I understand you very well", how can this make him not angry and how to keep him calm.

The more you trust, the more anger will erupt when you are betrayed.

So he yelled at Minerva with indignation.

"Do you also treat me as a fool?!"

Like a child, it is quite unreasonable, and one-sided emotional venting.

But even if he shouted, the restlessness still swelled in his heart, and his thoughts slipped uncontrollably into the dark mud.

Worried about his words.

Smile for him.

Kiss for him.

Regardless of whether it is good or bad, all are stained with malicious colors, and everything has become a disguise for the purpose.

Even now, he still pretends to be close to him.

"No, we... please believe us..."

Minerva stood in front of Roland and begged hard.

"What do you believe?"

Hatred and disgust boiled in the stomach.

but--

But he still thinks this betrayer is very beautiful.

Will forget the sight of others, want to hug that glamorous figure-the person with such a superficial and indecent idea, it is Roland himself.

(...What stuff... asshole... asshole!)

I don't know who pointed his anger in his heart, and the clenched fist made a "Gaba Gaba" sound.

"Roland..."

Not half timid, Minerva's palm touched Roland's chest.

"...Please believe me anyway, believe everyone, I don't know how other people are, but we will always support you behind you..."

With arms wide open, gently hugging Roland's chest, the heartbeats of each other overlapped.

Roland was only silent.

There is no action. Embracing her means tacitly approving her excuses, which means forgiving all betrayals.

But he did not push away Minerva.

"...Roland."

The soft crisp chest was pressing against the teenager's chest. It is neither full nor barren. It has a soft curve that can attract the sight of men. It changes into a rounded peak and valley of various shapes with the fluctuation of breathing and squeezing action. Heartbeat, breathing pass together.

"..."

Soft warmth.

The body reacted to it uncontrollably, even though he did not want to admit, Roland still had a **** for the girl who held her. The hyperactive reaction that could not be concealed desperately was noticed by Minerva because of the intimate contact of the body. The face of the girl was bright red, and the arms around the waist of the teenager were harder.

"Roland..."

The sweet whispers rubbed against the ears, and the warm breath was making the ears tickle, and the teenager's breath gradually thickened.

Following this posture, the slender, soft, baby-like palms slide upwards along Roland's back, moving slowly and charmingly.

"No one will hurt you."

The hands holding the body aggravated a bit more force, soft whisper blowing through the ears.

"Relax, no one will hurt you. We... I will always be by your side."

"...!"

The breath was disordered, and the blood-stained purple pupil stared at the calm face of the girl's half-closed eyes, and a decisive boundary in her heart shattered at that moment.

A flash of light crossed the window. The pale white light illuminated the two people standing in the study room. In the roaring thunder, the two people clinging together pulled out a long shadow like a monster in the room.

The strong wind was calling outside the window, and the dense raindrops were hitting the glass. The roaring wind and rain turned into countless mockery and the roar of the deceased's call in the young man's heart. Roland could not bear the surging black tide again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sn claims it terms between it and it the ”

The arms that had been hanging down squeezed away from Minerva's hug, and then pushed the stunned girl to the ground.

The ground is covered with thick woolen stalls, absorbing many impacts from falling to the ground. But the floor was the floor after all. Minerva, who had never been treated so violently, almost screamed in pain when she fell. She bit her lips tightly and barely shouted out pain.

If she shouted at this time, or accused loudly, maybe Roland could use this to take back reason, and the next thing would not happen.

"Roland..."

The sorrowful and pitiful green eyes looked up at the gasping teenager, pitifully, and at the same time a little nervous and expectant.

That charming sight became the last straw that completely overwhelmed Roland's reason.

"Don't look at me with that kind of look! Enough! Don't look at me like that!"

"Roland, I..."

"It's the same anyway! You and the guy are the same! As long as I don't fight, if I don't act according to your script, it will be very troublesome, right? That's good!!!"

Roaring, Roland straddled Minerva.

"Then I will satisfy you!"

Lightning ripped through the darkness, and in the pale light, the boy ripped the girl's clothes like a beast. The carefully tailored clothes turned into flying rags, and the girl's red carcass was exposed in the air.

She did not resist or plead. Because in vain, but also because of "enlightenment."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Roland roared and ripped off his clothes, and lost all the clothes impatiently, pressing on Minerva.

There is no communication, no resonance, but unilateral violence under the control of passion and instinct. The girl has no resistance, her eyes are closed, her dreams whispered:

"...It doesn't matter...please...at random..."

Until this time, she still didn't notice that her words only made Roland more anxious, as if facing a strange creature that could not communicate.

Staring at the red eyes, the teenager pushed his waist.

"..."

The sound of corpuscular collision and the thunder and thunder are as empty as the wild tail, and the silent breath is scattered in the wind and rain. Clenching his teeth, tears fell down his confined eyes.

The empty and monotonous time finally ended in only one overlapping breath. In the cold excitement different from pleasure and trance, the teenager collapsed on the girl in a prostration. For a long time, for a long time, as the breath gradually returned to calm, from the girl His body pulled away from his lower body, and the young man stood up with shaking.

"I...I...I..."

Look at the hands that can't stop the trembling ~www.readwn.com~ See the girl who is lying on the ground with her limbs open and the red tide is not receding. A cold rushed down the spine into the calming brain.

"I……"

The chin was trembling, and the teeth were hitting up and down.

Understanding the situation, recalling the process, knowing what I did, shaking my head tightly with my hands.

"Ah..."

Roland Dalke.

17 years old.

First experience.

rape.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh \s high thesally on it to the}

In the weeping scream, the teenager was naked and fled away from the carcass lying on the ground. In the pale thunder, the expression of stiff fear was clearly visible.