I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 455, 1.27-33: A Bouquet of Blessings

Perhaps his appearance was just a mistake...

As Dionysus said, he was merely a selfish man. Even though he broke the law in trying to save her, the punishment was applied to the person he saved. In that case, what kind of person was he?

No wonder the adults never accepted him, no wonder the duke rejected his allegiance, no wonder they pushed him out.

So it was because he was just a dispensable existence?
"How ironic..." His azure eyes darkened slightly as he lowered his head and stared silently at the polished ground, watching his reflection in it.

His long, silver hair, which had been tied in a ponytail, had somehow fallen loose behind his head. His handsome face was tinged with sorrow, and his vision gradually blurred. With a slight twitch of his fingers, the silver spear fell, turning into specks of light and disappearing just before it touched the ground.

He slowly stretched out his hands, his vision blurred as he looked at his hands, which were covered in various wounds. A dampness fell onto his palms, drop by drop, and although it shouldn't have hurt, he felt a slight stinging sensation.

"What a selfish subordinate, making his master suffer because he broke the rules..." Dionysus's sarcastic voice echoed in his ears, his long, narrow, golden phoenix eyes cold and disdainful.

Jafar trembled, his hands tightly covering his ears, and growled, "I didn't! I didn't mean it! I really didn't..."

"I never intended for my master to bear the pain for me; I just wanted to protect her. I really didn't!!"

Tears fell drop by drop onto the clean floor. He collapsed to the ground, covering his ears with his hands, trying to deny the repeated words. But gradually he began to doubt himself and could no longer express his thoughts with certainty.

Does he really not have it?

After Mu Yegui said those words, did he really not feel a little relieved?

Admit it, you are not a qualified White Knight; you are just a coward trying to escape punishment.

You're just a selfish coward.

They said they would protect others, but they couldn't even protect themselves and needed others to protect them.

Do you have the right to say such things?
White Knight?
Hahaha, it's just a joke!

"Ahhhhhh—" He kept scratching at his dull silver hair, growling like a caged beast. He wanted to struggle to break free, but gradually he was unable to resist.

He slightly raised his eyes and looked at the two people on the other side through his blurry vision.

Watching the girl step on the man's stomach, watching the man's ambiguous smile and intimate words, an uncontrollable rage rose within him; he was insanely jealous of this scene.

When he came to his senses, he could no longer tell himself that he had no selfish motives.

Even though they had only spent a few days together, he couldn't help but want more, wanting to stand openly behind her and declare himself her guardian knight, ready to protect her.

but……

Does he have this qualification?
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" A soft, sweet voice with a hint of concern came from beside me.

He looked up slightly and saw the girl sitting quietly beside him, watching him intently. Her cool, silver eyes, as always, did not reflect anyone's image, yet he felt that she was indeed looking at him.

Beside them was a sunflower field, swaying gently in the breeze.

The girl slowly stood up and took a few steps forward, her long white dress swaying gently in the breeze. She slowly turned around, quietly gazing at him, and extended a hand towards him.

He paused slightly, his thin lips moved, "Mu Yegui..."

With a glimmer of hope in her azure eyes, she hesitated but still reached out her hand without hesitation.

The azure sky was clean and clear, without a single cloud to obscure it. Beneath the blue sky, sunflowers in the flowerbed faced the brilliant sunlight, swaying gently in the breeze, gazing devoutly at the light. He reached out, wanting to touch her, but in the instant before he could, her figure turned into yellow sand and scattered on the ground; he touched nothing at all.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings; it was a desolate sandy area, and nothing else existed there.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared in disbelief at his surroundings, his hand still poised to touch something. His azure eyes were gradually tinged with black, losing their original purity.

The sunflower, facing the sun, twisted its body little by little, no longer trusting the light, bowing its head in its own choice, and losing its vitality.

The sunlight grew incredibly dim, and finally disappeared...

When he came to his senses, he was still in the room with the altar. He sat dejectedly in front of the broken wall, sunlight streaming through the shattered stained glass and onto him.

A blood-red apple, studded with stained glass shards, rolled over and came to a slow stop when it touched his toes.

Jafar instinctively reached out and grabbed it, holding it in his hand. The shards of glass cut his already injured hand, drawing blood drop by drop.

His eyes reflected the bright red apple, as vivid as blood, and were gradually stained with its color.

The pressure in his hand gradually tightened until he finally crushed it completely.

He looked up again and around, his blood-red eyes reflecting the approaching figure as she stretched out her hand towards him.

Without hesitation, he slapped the hand away.

"Don't touch me," he whispered, his clear voice carrying a hint of rejection and detachment.

Mu Yegui stared at him blankly, not understanding why Jiafaer did this. Not because she was rejected, she didn't say much, but simply withdrew her hand.

His long, dull silver hair fell loosely behind his head. He slowly stood up, his handsome face losing its usual bright and sunny smile, leaving only indifference and gloom.

Dionysus leaned against the pillar, watching quietly as events unfolded as he had predicted, a pleased smile involuntarily curving his lips. He covered his mouth with his long, slender fingers and let out a slightly manic laugh.

"Oh no, I almost burst out laughing. Red apples and golden apples, indeed, the allure of the fallen is far more captivating. How can a golden apple compare to the allure of a red apple?"

His narrow, gilded phoenix eyes were gloomy and indifferent. He casually grabbed a handful of his slightly messy, wine-red hair and then slowly walked towards Jafar.

"The White Knight, who was called the Light, has betrayed his faith and the light. This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my ten thousand years of life. If the Arrogant Duke finds out, you probably won't even have a place to stay. How about it, why don't you come to the Kingdom of the Unbelievable for refuge? We've known each other for a while. It would be too pitiful to die at the age of 19."

His golden phoenix eyes reflected Jafar's figure as he extended a hand that could be described as an invitation.

Looking at this chapter and its title, I feel a little ashamed.

Jafar has turned completely black.

Now you all know, right? The red apple and the golden apple represent the two endings, a bad ending and a happy ending, respectively, and they also represent the fate of Jafar.

If you choose the golden apple, it's a happy ending (HE), and Jafar's eyes will turn golden. The red apple is a bad ending (BE), and his eyes will turn red.

Meanwhile, the story also successfully reached the Bad Ending (BE) route. It was destined to be a BE from the beginning, since Dionysus never intended to catch the golden apple (this was already hinted at).

Congratulations to Jiafaer on getting new contact lenses!

Jafar: ...

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(End of this chapter)