دانلود رمان انگلیسی “برونهیلد، شاهزاده خانم اژدها”، جلد. 2

All that could be heard was the sound of rain. In a back alley was a young man, discarded like trash. This man was, in fact, considered to be actual trash. He had no feelings for others. Perhaps this was because he had been born in an environment where trust meant death. Showing consideration for others’ pain had not been a function cultivated within him. Perhaps that was why—the man was skilled at deceiving people, at entrapping people. That had to be because his heartlessness was compatible with his scheming. The man had made a living by deceiving people, using them, and killing them. With death as his trade, he had amassed quite a bit of money. And now his cruelty was being repaid in kind. The man had always known that his time would come. Someone who ruined the lives of others would one day experience his own downfall. Understanding this, he had avoided involvement with people as much as possible in life, always remaining on guard. But this unavoidable retribution had fallen upon him regardless. The man had been sliced down the back. Red blood mingled with rainwater, spreading around him. He’d thought it was winter right now. The rain of midwinter was supposed to be as cold as ice. But he no longer felt the cold or chill. His eyes could no longer focus. The last thing he saw with his hazy vision was a black-haired girl racing toward him from afar.