You and me under the world tree

"Anyway, whether you know it or not, you won't resist. After all, you are the ultimate beneficiary. You can not only guarantee your status as queen, but also continue to use your status as queen to play with different men. By then, you will get tired of playing with other men." Fuka..."

"No."

Just as Mehmet spoke slowly in a tormenting tone, Otilia quickly refuted it.

As for why she was so anxious, this is a bit interesting.

"Hmph, do you know why he made such a decision?"

"..."

"No? Because you have never tried to understand the man around you, whether it is Dittmar as your husband or Sifka as your lover, so even this kind of thing that can be seen at a glance Can't even notice it."

"You said this is something that can be seen at a glance..."

At this moment, Otilia obviously wanted to refute something.

Because no matter how stupid she is, she knows that now is definitely not the time for infighting, so at least at this time, she wants to prove that she doesn't know nothing about Sivka.

However, Mehmet did not give her this opportunity.

Because she's tired of it.

Moreover, Otilia's attitude made her sick.

"Isn't it? If you can be a little bit concerned about his mood, you won't cling to the queen's identity."

With a sarcastic smile, Mehmet put his arms around his chest.

Her scarlet gaze fixed on the queen with contempt, but then turned to Mr. Sifka.

"Speaking of which, our Mr. Sifka is really miserable, because he feels that he had a miserable childhood, and he is a new father with no experience at all, so he wants to take the best things in the world. Leave it to your own children... Well, when you think about it, there seems to be nothing better than a kingdom."

When he said this, Mehmet couldn't help laughing.

"For this reason, he feels that it's okay for him to be wronged a little bit. After all, he is already thinking about a better future for his children."

Although these words are not wrong, they are indeed Sivka's thoughts.

But at this time, the one-armed palace minister did not show any joy.

Thinking about this kind of thing for yourself is called enlightenment, but when it is said in a teasing tone, it is called ridicule.

But at this moment, his intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as he thought on the surface.

Because that woman still has nothing to say!

Thinking of this, he directly raised his head, and stared at the woman with horns on her head.

And it seemed that just as he expected, the woman finally spoke slowly:

"But... alas, there is still a little mistake in it."

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

Sivka only felt that everything around him seemed to be moving away from him, and the only thing lingering in his ears was the words that seemed to shake his three views and tear his cognition apart.

"It's a pity that the awareness and cognition in your mind... are all false."

"What did you say……"

At this moment, the palace minister, who had been admonishing himself to be restrained and calm, first felt a touch of disbelief in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, his voice began to tremble.

"What does it mean?"

"Literally, what I'm talking about is...the shadows in your heart are all fake, because things like Tucun have never happened before."

Then, Mehmet began to snap his fingers.

"For example, burning villages, such as massacres...everything in your mind is false."

Chapter 94: Because that's the city I built

Sivka was right, because Mehmet's words had indeed torn his cognition to shreds.

From this point alone, the current situation is theoretically within his expectations.

However, he was not happy at all.

Because at this moment, he only felt as if his head had been hit hard by a stick.

Not even sadness, because at this time, he has completely lost the ability to think.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and there was nothing in it.

At the same time, a strange silence spread.

Otilia has been silent since the beginning, and Mehmet is still watching everything in front of him with a playful expression.

As for the person involved, Sifka clenched his fists.

At this moment, the three of them seemed to form three sculptures, and no one made any unnecessary movements.

It wasn't until a minute later that Sifka raised his head slightly, and at the same time, his brain barely resumed its most basic operation.

And the conclusion drawn from this most basic operation is...

"You are lying!"

At this moment, Sivka suddenly said loudly.

He seemed to have regained the courage he had lost before, and under the watchful eyes of Mehmet, he responded unceremoniously.

However, this kind of courage seemed to be fleeting, because even though he shouted loudly, the volume inevitably became smaller in the end.

Moreover, there was still a hint of tremor in his voice.

"You are lying……"

He gritted his teeth.

Although Sivka still couldn't break free from the almost instinctive fear at this time, his anger prevented him from continuing to retreat.

Because this kind of thing has already touched his bottom line, this is the driving force for his actions all the time.

It cannot be denied and cannot be denied!

He is already the last survivor of those slaughtered villages, so no one can understand his mood at the moment.

Even Otilia couldn't understand the status of those dead in his heart.

My parents, the blacksmith uncle next door, my older sister on the ranch I once dreamed of...

At this moment, countless vivid images emerged in his mind.

Even now, more than 20 years have passed since they were deceived by the king to build a city and were slaughtered to conceal the source of the city, but the images of those people still remain in his mind.

"I will never allow you to insult them, absolutely not!"

In the end, the anger reached its peak, and the anger in his heart directly drove Sifka to jump up.

The one-armed Prime Minister exploded, and he rushed towards the woman.

And then, what caught his eyes was Mehmet's surprised expression.

And this look inevitably gave him some hope.

Looks like it really can?

Thinking of this, his remaining left hand swung, and a dagger popped out from the wide cuff.

As a young palace minister who was hated by most people in the court, and he was always thinking about revenge, it was normal for him to carry weapons with him.

Moreover, the weapons he carries are not ordinary weapons.

As an Avenger, he naturally considered assassination at the beginning, and he even prepared a dagger with a rune brand for it.

As a result, because of the change of the plan, the dagger has been hidden by him, and there is no chance to use it.

In fact, even he himself never thought that he would use this dagger at this time.

but now! !

"Give me...die!"

Perhaps it was because at this moment, he was already close to the woman with horns on her head, so his heart was full of confidence.

As long as he swung the dagger in his hand, he felt that he could slit that woman's throat with complete confidence!

Yes, that's it!

But at the next moment, reality slapped him hard.

Because the woman didn't move at all, she didn't even look him in the eye, but stretched out her finger.

Not the index finger, nor the middle finger.

She stretched out her little finger as if to make a gesture.

'clang'

At this moment, a completely unreasonable metal sound came out, and Sifka just stared at his dagger in a daze.

At this moment, the blade of the dagger was shining with the glow of runes, so he was sure that he had fully exerted the power of the dagger.

Maybe because of the problem of material collection, he didn't use any cool materials, but what he used was the best Mithril in the Gothic Kingdom.

As for the dagger itself, it is aimed at being sharp.

In order to pursue the effect of one-hit kill that can break even the armor, he has been strengthening the sharpness of his dagger.

However, such a dagger couldn't even cut off the woman's little finger.

At this moment, a sense of humiliation welled up in my heart.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of powerlessness and fear finally took the climax, because at this moment, Sifka realized that he could not move at all.

Even, he didn't know whether it was too frightened to move, or he was really restrained.

At this moment, he could only watch helplessly as the woman in front of him caressed his dagger.

Then, she flicked it lightly, like flicking a brain.

'boom'

'click'

With the sound of breaking, Sifka flew upside down.

His dagger was broken...

Sifka could clearly hear the sound of the dagger breaking.

But now, what made him feel bad was that what he should care about now was not just the dagger, because at the same moment, he even felt severe pain radiating from his whole body.

The impact had already reached his whole body, and his only remaining left hand was also broken.

"If this is the case, let's wash up and sleep."

When he managed to turn over from the floor, all he heard was Mehmet's mocking voice.

Sivka wanted to just get up like this, but he couldn't get up at all when his left hand was broken.

His struggling appearance was so embarrassing that even Otilia couldn't bear to watch it.

Mehmet, on the other hand, laughed.

"It's really hard work... It seems that you really value those people in your memory... Your parents, the big sister you admired, the blacksmith next door, and even those childhood playmates, it seems that they They all left a deep impression on you."

"To shut up……"

"But unfortunately, they are all fictional images."

"You are not qualified to deny these, why do you deny them!"

"Because...that city was built by me."

"..."

When Mehmet said those words, Sifka's voice stopped abruptly.

At the same time, he no longer expected himself to get up, but rolled like a loach, and finally looked at Mehmet lying on the ground.

"What do you mean……"