The Whispers of the Heart (7)

This led me to develop a bad habit: whenever anything happened, I would respond by yelling angrily at everyone in the Earth Kingdom, using a heavy, loud, and harsh tone, regardless of whether it was my older sibling, younger sibling, or even older palace staff. Outside, however, all the common folk treated me as a human being, so I acted normally due to their acceptance. Still, I preferred to be called a crazy host, a crazy writer, as Tingit mentioned earlier, right, bro? Hii…creepy…haha… I often sadistically killed animals with a purple sword made of a Gemstone that felt as light as cotton, and its hilt had a string that made for an exciting game when whipping people I met, even those I didn't know well. This confusion intensified when I studied spells and knowledge from across the kingdom, but there was a conflict between my conscience and thoughts regarding the rules of governing the kingdom, which I found as rigid as pure gold. Tingit recorded some of the spells, just a few, but it was so dizzying… made me lazy… the titles were varied, the content… like gado-gado… like a spell, yes, I got it, it sounded like this: "Grasp the grip, the era grows crazier, snatch words, interludes later, forbidden forest, pulse of life, live loudly, confinement, oddity or completeness." The magic increasingly made the behavior of King Spoon and Queen Fork become, perhaps, an effect of one of the chanted spells, causing the emotions of those around the sorcerer to overflow even more. Who knows, bro, nonsense mode on, pull it… hahay… These studies even made me stop due to my inability and choose to become an ordinary human, even though my talent was hearing and seeing Jin (genies/spirits) or what we