Not only do we have the same bloodline and the same surname, but our looks and body shapes are carved from the same template.
But I was deeply hated by him, the brother who had the same blood and surname as me.
We are like an individual with one heart that was forcibly split into two, and only one of the two split individuals can survive!
I retreat again and again, but there is no way out! The soft ribs under the wings become hard armor, because I also have people I want to protect!
