Play holy light heart to be dirty

In terms of the performance of Ram in early childhood, the most appropriate adjective is child prodigy.

Possesses an intellect that is unparalleled among the ghost races of all generations. Although he is young, the amount of mana that Ram can use exceeds that of others. More importantly, the horns on his head are so beautiful that all the ghost races are fascinated by it. .

But she is not immersed in her own talent and strength, just like the pure white horn on her forehead, she frankly shows her posture, and anyone of the same clan will naturally bow her head.

For a girl who has not yet reached the age of ten, that is an exceptional treatment.

The frosty parents, the sarcasm and ridicule of the same clan, and even the patriarch who planned to kill the newborn sister with his own hands, had nothing to say in front of Ram's majesty.

Among the many demihuman races, the ghost race is considered a higher race, and Ram was born to stand at the top of the ghost race.

Because of the respect for powerful individuals, they are always respectful when facing powerful beings.

It is precisely because the ghosts have such a habit, so there is no intention in their devotion to Ram.

It is Rem's daily life to only step on the clumsy footsteps and follow the superior 'sister' on the road to glory.

Without any outstanding talents, the amount of mana that can be used is also very ordinary, and the ability of being an oni is as average as that of a one-horned oni.

Unlike her elder sister, she has no self-confidence at all. She always hides behind her elder sister and shrinks her body, imitating her every move like a shadow.

That was the way the young Rem behaved, the way she protected her immature mind.

She is not jealous of her sister, she respects and loves her sister very much.

Nor did she hate her parents, for they loved Rem as well as her sister.

The same clan did not alienate her, and it was normal to be expected, because she was Ram's younger sister.

The older sister who is better than anyone else, the parents who have high expectations for her, every member of the tribe who cheers for herself and hopes that she will become as good as her older sister——for Rem, these are like cutting the body with a knife. .

The reason why my personality and dress are exactly the same as my sister's is because of my sister's influence.

Although there is no difference in height, appearance, and appearance, the qualifications to be "ghosts" are quite different.

Of course, Rem has also worked hard to change this situation.

Even though it was just a shallow, childish and clumsy wrong attempt by a young child, Rem still tried everything just to get one step closer to his sister, or to beat her in any one thing.

However, my sister was superior to Rem in every aspect.

Ram is in a realm that cannot be touched no matter what he does, and he is closer than anyone, more lovable than anyone, and Rem has realized it since he was a child.

I can't compare myself to my sister.

The elder sister always stands in the front, bathed in the light that illuminates the world.

She peeked timidly from behind her head, and was shrunk by the dazzling light, which was her own position.

As long as you just give up like this, you will be able to identify with the daily suffering like the grass blowing in the wind.

——How long will the days of being willing to bear and give up?

One night, Rem woke up from the heat. She lay on the wooden bed and lifted the quilt off her sweaty body. Looking around, Rem suddenly found that her sister who should be sleeping on the next bed was gone.

She thought to herself, she must go to her sister quickly.

If my sister is awake, I have to follow behind the majestic figure. Even if my sister wakes up because of a simple trivial matter, I can't fall behind. This kind of obsessive concept dominated Rem at that time.

Walking out of the room——Rem, who was a step behind, finally noticed when he thought about it.

It will be unbearably hot because the house I used to live in is surrounded by flames.

The touched doorknob scalded his hands so much that Rem thought of this fact.

After Shenmian's sense of smell woke up, he smelled a burnt smell, his forehead was itchy, and then the horns ran out.

Immediately break the door panel with your strengthened body and rush out of the burning room.

Although I don't know the reason, but under the command of instinct, I only think of rushing out.

Kicking the weakened wall, Rem rushed outside.

Even at this moment, what dominates Rem's mind is still only "Go outside the house and follow my sister's instructions", this kind of fanatical and blind thinking.

This thought was instantly changed by the scene witnessed outside the house.

In the center of the tribe, there are high piles of scorched corpses, violently burning houses, and almost burnt trees. The familiar world turned into a fiery red hell in one night.

Seeing familiar faces huddling together among the piles of corpses burned and distorted by the flames, Rem gave up thinking on the spot and slumped on the spot.

Figures in black robes slowly surrounded Rem. The people with deep hoods couldn't see their faces unless they came close to them. Even if they saw them, they couldn't remember where they saw them. However, they didn't feel friendly at all from the shadows. Rem's cheeks showed a smile that didn't match the status quo.

That is the expression of a young girl who is overly generational and has given up countless times.

Shadow didn't pay any attention to Stepping's painful expression.

Raising his hand, he swung the shining silver blade towards the girl—then, the head of the shadow flew up.

Blood overflowed, and four lives were taken away at the same time. The clever technique even made the flying head unaware that he was about to die, and there was no scream.

The skin could directly feel the familiar mana fluctuations, and Rem was sure that it was her sister who did it.

The moment he saw it through, Rem stood up on the spot, since his sister was somewhere, he had to follow behind.

There's no need to move your eyes, because you can see Ram right away.

The same face as her own is now distorted with grief, her sister rushed over and hugged her tightly, and after confirming that Rem in her arms was not injured, she relaxed her body with peace of mind.

Embracing that body tightly, Rem tasted supreme happiness and sorrow.

She didn't remember much of what happened after that, and she only thought of leaving everything to her sister.

That is the best and most correct. What my sister does is always the best and most honorable of all possibilities.

However, when she came back to her senses, the two were already surrounded, and the number of figures covered her field of vision. Rem stared blankly. Even so, she firmly believed that her sister would find a way to solve it.

The figure in front of him desperately shouted something, shed tears, shrank his body, and begged for something hoarsely.

Seeing her sister kneeling on the ground, Rem was confused, because looking down on her sister didn't exist in Rem's way of being.

Behind my sister, shrinking my body smaller than my sister is the meaning of my existence.

Ram screamed and stood up, spreading his hands in front of Rem.

Mana springs up, her unnatural power spreads out, and the invisible blade cuts everything around and ravages the world.

However, before the power ran, Ram turned around and hugged Rem tightly, and then—shock.

Then, Rem saw it, the steel waved from the side, and the white light on her sister's head flew into the red sky.

The severed horn kept spinning, the blood spurted from the broken horn at the root, and then someone's high-pitched screams.

What she thought of when she witnessed this, she still remembers clearly now.

Protecting yourself, enduring atrocities, horns being broken, listening to the screams of my beloved sister, watching the beautiful white horns I have always envied flying in the air.

——Ahhh, it’s finally broken.

Rem thought so.

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Rem didn't know the details of what happened after that.

All I know is that when the unconsciously lost consciousness recovered, Rem was far away from his familiar hometown, and was hidden in a huge mansion, with his sister who lost her 'horn' beside her.

The elder sister who regained consciousness first was ecstatic about Rem waking up—but the only one who dominates Rem's mind is the older sister whose ability has degraded below normal after losing the horn.

Behavior is the same as before, but I don't see the talent that I used to use in everything.

The older sister would bother with little things, which gave Rem many opportunities to help out.

In front of her older sister who had lost her past glory and was inferior in ability to her, Rem felt a sense of superiority that she had never had before—although it was just a budding, it was wrong.

From then on, what took root in Rem's body and mind was the obsessive concept that surpassed the inferiority complex in the past.

In other words, the embarrassing guilt of being relegated to the ground by the older sister loved by the world.

Rem's strong admiration for her sister is also driven by this guilt.If Rem only had jealousy towards her outstanding older sister in her heart, it wouldn't be like this.

But Rem loved Ram deeply, and what was he thinking the moment her sister's horn fell off——Rem wasn't smart enough to forget that and live.

"Success... Rem must complete all the things that my sister could have done."

Changing the name of her sister and throwing away the past hidden behind her, Rem's struggle began.

In the face of everything and the responsibilities assigned to him, he will do it with the mentality of "If Ram should do this".

Since before, I have been following behind and watching my sister's every word and deed, so there is no confusion when making judgments.

Obviously doing it according to that mentality, but the result is often far lower than the expected result.

Of course, my sister is even stronger, and the flawed Ram and himself who was not good enough in the first place are not as good as the genius in the past.

The path that should have been blazed, guided, and walked by my sister should now be explored by myself, holding my sister's hand to move forward.

——On that road, the life of a girl named Rem no longer existed.

For me, everything about Rem exists just to imitate the "life my sister should have". If I can't even satisfy that point, then I have no value in trusting myself who is useless.

Years passed, moving from the burnt hometown to the mansion where the two lived, the two deviated from their ideals day after day, consuming Rem's mind.

Although it was not my intention to be a servant, the owner of the mansion who accommodated the two was very kind, and more importantly, my sister was so grateful for his kindness that I could not express it in words.

If there was anything wrong with this happy and happy life, it was all Rem's responsibility.

You have done a good job, the master praised himself, that kind of words have been heard countless times in my hometown.

Don't force yourself, my sister is worried about Rem, but even if you force yourself, it is not enough.

Why do you have to work so hard?I don't know who asked Rem this irresponsible question.

Needless to say?

Because you can’t do everything well, even if you do everything you can, cut your soul, and burn your body, you won’t be able to touch the people and things that should exist.

What are you living for?

This is all to atone for the ignorant thoughts I had in that raging night.

What can I do to redeem my sin?

Putting her life on the line, she opened up a path that her sister should follow after being taken away by Rem.