We kissed when the rainstorm was coming
"Killing you is the most exquisite strategy, letting you go is the most perfect loophole."
They shared poison recipes, co-authored the God-killing Code, and forged the Pope's scepter into two mutually exclusive swords.
On the night when the heavy rain crushed the royal city, the twins exchanged swords in the burning council chamber.
The remaining body temperature on the sword hilt has not yet cooled down, and the new assassination coordinates have been pierced through the dark clouds along with the messenger crow.
In this game with the mainland as the bet, poisonous tongue is a variation of love words, and assassination is the most affectionate confession.
When the ecclesiastical crown fell to the ground and beacons were ignited in the Black Sea, they laughed and embraced each other in a pool of blood:
"Look, there is no room for two suns in this world."
"The seventh operation targets the full moon night"
"Remember to adjust your breathing rate - you are 6.7% Weaker than last year"
The world thinks this is the pinnacle of power and conspiracy, but they don't know:
The record of patricide on the seventh page of the code contains double handwriting.
The rust marks on the copper whistle under the icy lake spelled out a secret message for help,
And all the bullets that missed,
All have calculated the refraction angle of blood vessels.
Perfect mistake
Genderless, Twins' Rivals
Intention: Love can't wait