In the winter of the tenth year of the apocalypse, Gubi killed his teacher.
Teacher, you taught me to play chess without regrets. But I regret it. In the long years to come, my heart aches when I think of you.
They assigned Gu's posthumous title to Wu Lie. But I don't like it. I don't like this warrior who cost you my life, and I don't like being alone. I hate you a little, and why you taught me to be so good at both civil and military skills. I hate you even more for not hiding your secrets. No backup plan? Clamp down on me? Do you know how much I hate your selflessness?
Sorry, teacher. If there is a next life, I hope I will not join the emperor's family, but I will just be your student. If I could tell you what I mean in my heart, even death would be enough to rest in peace.
Intention: I hate to be in the emperor's house in this life