Derila froze, staring at him in a daze. In all the time they had known each other.
She had never known that Daemon would have this side.
Daemon had never told Derila this either, probably because now that he had skin
to skin, he was willing to open up to her.
So there would be no more avoiding any secrets.
"What? Scared?" Daemon raised his eyes to look at Derila.
"Not." Derila shook her head, "I think you are a kind person at heart, you won't just
kill people, much less innocent people."
This was the truest feeling in her heart. She always remembered that when they had
first met, when they were lost in the forest in Lightspring, he had let Harrison and Sloan go
first and stayed behind to cover for himself.
A man of his stature had never been surrounded by people sworn to protect him.
But instead he put in protecting those around him. Not only that one time, but also
several other experiences that followed.
Daemon looked cold-blooded and ruthless, but in fact had feelings and righteousness,
and because of this, the people around him would swear their loyalty to him!
Derila did not believe that such a person would kill innocent people indiscriminately.
"Everyone says I am a bloodthirsty devil, yet you say I am kind." Daemon smiled as he
looked at Derila, "Do you know that you are naive?"
"I don't know, " Derila beamed unhappily, "I trust my judgement anyway!"
Daemon looked at her cute looking face. His lips raised in a bewildering curve, and
held out his hand to her, "Come here!"
Derila, barefoot, climbed onto the table like a kitten.
Daemon yanked her directly into his arms and made her sit on top of him, wrapping
one hand around her waist and cupping her chin with the other, making her look at him.
Daemon said, "What would you think if I said that those people were really killed by
me?"
"What how would you think?" Derila looked puzzled, "You're my man, of course I
believe you, even if you did kill those people, you still had your reasons!"
"Mm!" Daemon nodded, "They were the ones who poisoned the wine and wanted to
poison me, I was just returning the favor!"
Derila: "You…"
"I changed the wine." Daemon said indifferently, "They drank the poisoned wine they
had put in, and after noticing it, they sent people to hang me, so I killed them all!"
These words were not spoken like a gloomy past, but rather like telling someone else's
story.
Derila was very sad to hear this.
Daemon's statement was light, not crying out for his own injustice, but in fact, everyone
knew that several first-degree relatives had failed to plot against a 16-year-old child and
had their subordinates besiege and hang him.
He was merely trying to protect himself. If he hadn't resisted at that time, it would have
been him, and those who protected him, who would have died!
Derila hugged him heartily, comforting him in this way.
Of course she knew that he would also hurt and be sad, after all, hearts are made of
flesh, being persecuted by loved ones like this, to say that he didn't feel it would be
impossible.
It's just that he's good at disguising himself, at pretending to be strong, and at letting go
of the past.
He never explained anything to anyone and lets them see him as a bloodthirsty demon.
He, Daemon, didn't need to get anyone's approval.
Except for the woman he loved!
"Scared you?" Daemon cupped her face.
Derila replied: "No."
There was only heartache in Derila's eyes.
"Actually, I shouldn't have told you about it." Daemon said and kissed her hair, "I
suddenly remembered those past events tonight."
"Is it because of William?" Derila asked softly.
"Mmm." Daemon nodded, "From a certain point of view, William is indeed so similar to
the me back then, but he is also not the same. I had my aunt to protect me and my body
was sound, and in that respect, he seemed to be worse off than me. Besides, apart
from my aunt, I have not asked for help from anyone, nor have I owed anyone, nor have
I used or cheated anyone."
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