The sister I raised is the king destined to destroy the world.
The gods tampered with history and manipulated the humans and monsters into fighting. I go hunting in the mountains every day, cook porridge for my sister, make dolls, and argue with her. I thought my life would be like this forever.
Until the mark on my sister's forehead was discovered by the gods. Until I was on the verge of death to protect her and saw her burst out with nine sky-high fox tails. Until the master burned his life and told me that our brothers and sisters were the reincarnations of the ancient supreme beings. They were stabbed in the back and sacrificed, and now they have returned with a curse on their backs to take revenge.
But I've lost everything. The master died, the partners were separated, and my sister was sent back to the demon clan by myself. She cried and scolded me for lying to her, but I had to lie to her one last time.
On the day of the decisive battle, she believed me when I said, "I have a trick." I sacrificed my blood to her and watched her break through to an unprecedented level.
She became the guardian of the world, hated me for making my own decisions, and wanted me to go crazy.
Someone asked my sister: "Do you hate him?" She clutched the puppet fox I left behind and remained silent for a long time: "Hate. But he is the only person in the world who can sew that fox's ears for me."
