The era I have lived in is not that long, as a first-generation magician.
My life ended at the age of one hundred and seventy-six thousand one hundred and forty-seven, an age that for a magician is just a young girl.
To be fair, there are only three people who are truly meaningful to my life. One is Samael (male), the person who made me awaken, my enemy, the first person I killed, and the only person I love. There is another one, also named Samael (female). My innocent and lovely eldest disciple, who was incredibly kind, was eventually killed by a third person. This third person is Juliet, the one who killed me.
I wrote this story as the beginning of everything.
I don't know who I will become after reincarnation. But it's definitely not me anymore.
Because the moment Juliet killed me, the moment I used magic to record this story, my soul was split in half by her.
She used that sword, the sword that Samael (M) gave to me after killing countless people, and I stabbed Samael (M) to death with it and then used it to save countless people. If you hold it up to the sun, you will find that it is transparent, and the golden sunlight is refracted into a rainbow of seven colors and falls down, which is incredibly beautiful.
It seems to remind me that I will be happy in the next life.
Whether it is Samael (male) or Samael (female), they will always be by my side and never leave me.
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