Chapter 53

Sophia wore a bright yellow turtleneck dress today to cover her neck, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog.
Her body was now all marked with marks, sucked out bit by bit as if by Aaron scratching the ground.
She sat on the hall, her fingers quietly pinched the soft flesh on Aaron's waist behind her back, and turned it in a vicious circle.
Aaron was pinched, his face stiffened as he sat, and the others thought he was grimacing and angry, none of them dared to speak.
Nick was mostly healed and back to work, and was sitting down at a table, combing through the papers on his desk.
"Your Majesty, most of the letters from the clans were found to be secret stakes mixed in by the witch clan, and not much trace of rebels was found. The people we sent out have also launched investigations in the White Moon community, and the few rebels and witch clans that were caught were sent back and locked up in the dungeons."
Aaron was not surprised to hear this result.
"The rebels' people are also our people after all, surely they are not as easily exposed as the witch people."
Hearing his phrase 'our people', a strange smile surfaced on Nick's face, which only passed for a moment and soon turned into the usual gentle smile.
"You said it."
"Tell them to step up the search, don't spare anyone who is suspected, but don't kill indiscriminately either, send all those who are suspected to me properly to the palace, the royal family will examine them personally."
"I understand." Nick nodded and ordered someone to convey Aaron's order down.
In a short while, the intelligence department sent a secret letter and handed it to Aaron personally.
Aaron unfolded it graciously in front of Sophia and read it with her.
Aaron personally opened it.
I have safely returned to the witch tribe, the main war faction senior because the failed assassination is very angry, intends to start a second war, hope to be very careful.
I have been commended for saving some of the Wiccan juniors who happened to be there, and they have given me more important tasks, some of which require contact with the rebels, who have infiltrated the Wiccan race more deeply than I thought, and I will do my best to find out.
The rebel side is very ambiguous to me, I used a little less bright method to set up some words, the rebel that mysterious leader may be with you now, I failed to set up his identity, in addition to his perennial use of a kind of psychotropic drugs, and then can not ask useful information.
Guard against those around you, and equally protect those around you, they could be watching you from anywhere.
K.
The letter was addressed to a letter they were both familiar with, written in a very ethereal manner.
Aaron told Nike what was in the letter, but didn't say who the person who had addressed it was.
After learning that there might be traitors in the palace, Nick said worriedly, "Your Majesty, is it necessary to clear the palace again, your safety and security is the most important to the wolf clan."
Aaron didn't answer and pondered.
Sophia held his hand and mused, "Some of the servants and guards in the palace are old people from the old king's time, and some are people carefully selected by the king when he ascended the throne.
Nick nodded in agreement.
Sophia's gaze swept over his still scarred wrist and said with concern, "Is your injury okay?"
Nick froze for a moment, noticed where her eyes fell, and smiled, tugging his sleeve down.
"I'm fine now, thank you, Queen, for your concern."
He looked to Sophia, who was also deep in thought, and asked softly, "What's on your mind, Queen?"
Sophia said, "I was just thinking, why would the rebels scatter their forces to attack you guys when their target is clearly Aaron?"
Nick's expression was flat.
"Probably because they know I'm the king's beta, so they want to stop me from saving the king." He looked a little guilty, "It's all because I'm useless and put the king in such a dangerous situation."
Sophia smiled and didn't comment, vaguely sensing a discrepancy in this series of events.
Without being able to think about it, the reports came one by one, and in addition to that, they received an unexpected appearance here.
Levi, the youngest son of the deceased Duke Oliver.
"What's he doing here?" Aaron was a little surprised.
The servant who reported bowed his head respectfully, "Young Master Levi said he has something very important to give to you."
"Let him come in."
When Levi was brought in, Nick was holding the fire with the intention of disposing of the secret document they had just read, who knew that Levi, who had come to the front, suddenly lurched his feet and his whole body lunged forward.
"Watch out!" Nick's eyes widened and he wanted to lunge forward and tug him, but his hands shook and the fire in his hands went out first, falling on the things in Levi's hands.
Levi exclaimed, actually ignoring himself, jumped up and tried to put out the flames with his body, but he succeeded, but unfortunately the letter he was holding was burned off a corner and was already incomplete.
Levi was a little chagrined.
Nick hurried over to help him up, worried: "Sorry, are you all right, I was trying to pull you, but I ended up holding something in my hand unsteadily ......"
Levi shook his head and whispered, "It's my own carelessness."
Letters?
Sophia looked at the things in his hand, a little want to laugh, today this is what happened, letter after letter handed up, as if there are endless things to deal with.
Levi patted the letter that he was afraid was burned off a corner, took two steps forward and handed it to Aaron with both hands.
"I found this when I was packing up the relics left by my father with my brother. My brother read one line and didn't continue reading it, nor was I allowed to read it, saying that there was a secret written on it related to the royal family and that I should leave immediately to send it to you."
His mood was a bit low: "The letter turned out to be like this, my brother will definitely blame me when he finds out."
Aaron took the letter and told the servant to take Levi down to change his clothes.
He handed the letter to Sophia and closed his eyes tiredly, Sophia took it tacitly, there were two letters, Sophia opened the first one, there was only one sentence on it, the handwriting was very beautiful.
'I am someone who should not exist, and since you chose to hide it in the first place, hide it until it's all over, at the expense of everyone you care about.'
It was a threatening letter sent to Duke Oliver, the content of the letter was very puzzling, but in the next letter, they found the answer.
Sophia cleared her throat and read the contents of the next letter in a calm voice.
"This is one of the few mistakes I have made."
The first sentence of the letter was very heavy and contained too much remorse from Duke Oliver.
Sophia's voice paused for a moment and continued reading, "I have kept this secret for so long that I don't know if I will ever be able to tell it to anyone while I am still alive, or if only if I die, this letter with no sender will be discovered and handed over to the person who should see it."
"It was a small mistake I made that caused the existence of that child to be hidden from his father, who did not love him, and even cast him aside as if there were no such child, and left him unattended."
"This child, the son of the old king's brother, a child whose existence was concealed and unblessed."
Aaron opened his eyes at some point, emotions tumbling in his eyes.
Nick also stood quietly to the side, quietly listening to Sophia read out the secret, his face not even a little surprised.
"He lived the lowliest of lives, loathed by everyone, but he never gave up, always trying to get his father's recognition, and for him, that was all he had to live for. I watched him grow up and tried to find a way to make up for my mistakes, but he refused."
"He was optimistic and thought he could definitely change his image in his father's mind and become the one he valued the most, and he didn't even resent me, which made me feel very guilty."
"I'm not ashamed to say that I once shared his hope that he would one day stop being an unrecognized child and stand up for that person, but that day would not come after all. ."
"The boy could no longer be acknowledged by his father, and he began to resent, resent everyone in the world, resent the entire wolf clan, and want revenge against all odds, and I was powerless to change his mind. But out of guilt, I saved him and hid him ......"
"Maybe he was right, since I chose to hide in the beginning, I should have hidden, I caused all this, and I am the one who should be guiltiest of dying."
"He has gone crazy, he mixed into that organization and wanted to use it to overthrow the wolves, he even ......"
The middle paragraph was burned, Sophia could not read what was written, and could only vaguely make out the last line of the letter.
"If anyone sees this letter, please pass it on to the king for me, and ask him to be careful, he has gone mad!"
The ink on that last line was heavy, and you could see how solemn the person who wrote it was. Duke Oliver took this guilt with him to his grave, and he may have struggled, not wanting to hurt anyone, and tried to persuade 'that person' to turn back, but without success.
Maybe he ended up dying in that person's scheme to kill the only person left who knew his secret, and from then on peace of mind.
Sophia silently folded the letter and placed it gently in Aaron's hand.
Aaron was silent for a long time.
"I've never heard of such a person." He said suddenly.
Sophia wanted to make a light-hearted expression, but tried several times and failed. She couldn't tell Aaron not to think too much in such a situation.
She also wanted to ask why someone always had to pull him back into that nightmare again and again, forcing him to remember what he least wanted to remember, to suffer what he shouldn't have to suffer.
"My uncle is a very proud man." Aaron said slowly, "He thought that having a child with a commoner was a stain on his noble lineage, and even more so, he would send people to hell for the slightest rumor, and I think that the person whose existence was erased was guilty of these taboos of his."