"Merlin, Merlin - are you listening?" The girl stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the dull-eyed magician, pouting dissatisfied. "Sorry, sorry, I've lived for too long and my memory is bad..." The magician let the girl hold the corner of his robe. "Mr. Merlin is saying something strange again, I want to listen to a story~" The magician who was regarded as a poet did not defend himself, but happily held the girl's hand that was stained with blood and soil. This is a hell on earth dominated by poverty, but the magician treats all longing girls equally. The tip of the staff touches the ground. The overwhelming petals are flying out from under the feet, and the looming tower stands in the distance. The breeze blows and the thin grass is thick. "Then, let me tell the story of the king." "My best story." The magician stroked the top of the girl's chestnut hair and wiped away the blood on her face with his snow-white sleeves. "Okay! Okay! I like hearing stories about heroes the most! I want to be a hero too!" Her eyes lit up and she looked at the knowledgeable magician expectantly. "Little princess, the king is not a hero~" "Really? But..." "But the king is the best in the world," Merlin picked a beige flower casually, "Am I right?" "Yes, I want to be like the king, helping everyone!" Merlin gently put the flower in her ear and answered softly. "Hmm, then, please listen to Wang's story."
Intention: Love means no love