I was crazy. I yelled at him and turned to me, but the woman stopped him.

Leave him alone. Her voice is sweet and clear. When she was about to leave, he stopped. The murderer in gold boots and hood called back to her.
Let’s go. Are you stupid? Look at the sky. Come to ursula
She didn’t move. She stared at me as before.
I cried and scolded, grabbed my sword and rushed at her again. This time, I saw the blade cut off her right arm at the elbow position, and her white body was slender and fragile. Her sword fell to the paved floor with blood pouring out.
She looked at it and then turned to my equally painful, lonely and almost sad face and stared at me.
I raise my sword witch again. I shout, bite my teeth. I have a tearful witch in my eyes.
But in another evil force, she retreated away from me as if she were pushed by some invisible force, holding her right hand in her left hand. She still held the sword in her hand as if it had not been cut off. She put the arm I had cut back. I looked at her. I watched her put it back and rotate it to the right position. I was shocked. I saw that I had caused the wound to heal in her fair skin.
Then the loose bell sleeves of her luxurious velvet robe fell over her wrist again.
She dodged away from the distant tower window of the chapel, and the fire shone on her profile. I heard her whispering.
Vitorio
Then she disappeared.
I knew it was futile to chase her, but I ran around and waved my sword, crying in anger and pain, cursing the world crazily, and tears blurred my eyes and choked me.
Everything was silent. Everyone died. I know there are bodies in the courtyard.
I ran back to the chapel. I grabbed Bartola Mateo’s head and held it in my arms. I sat down and held them in my legs and cried.
They look as if they are still alive. These severed heads, their eyes blinking, their lips humming, trying to say, God, who can stand this tragedy? I choked.
I curse
I put those two heads side by side on my leg, stroking their hair and cheeks, comforting them. The emperor is nearby. We are together. The emperor will always take care of us. We are in heaven. Oh, I beg you. I pray in my soul not to let them feel as conscious as they are now. No, don’t do this. I can’t stand it. Please let them rest in peace.
In Lebanon, when the arrogant sunshine spurted through the door of the chapel, when the flame went out, when the birds sang as if nothing had happened, the little head of Bartola Matthiokoo finally lost its life and stood still, showing death. Their eternal souls flew away when they were not in the first place, and now they had left their bodies.
My mother was killed in the courtyard, and my father’s palm and arm were injured, as if he had caught the sword and fell to the tower stairs.
Quick killing, throat cut off, everywhere, just like my father died after a painful struggle
Nothing was plundered. Two of us in menstruation died in the opposite corner of the chapel, and two died in the courtyard. Rings, scarves and hair ornaments were still on them.
None of the jewel-encrusted buttons were peeled off everywhere.
The horses ran away, the cattle walked in the forest, and the poultry flew away. I raised the cover of the falcon cabin and let them fly to the tree.
No one helped me bury the body
At noon, I dragged my family one by one to the cellar and tried to make them lie side by side.
I was doing a very hard job, and I almost fainted when I pieced together each of their limbs and finally finished my father.
In our land, I know that I can’t do things by myself. It’s impossible. However, people who have come will come again because I was left alive. A hooded devil saw me and the evil hooded murderer slaughtered two poor children.
This beautiful ursula with a bloody white face, a long neck and shoulders, on who this dead day is, I don’t know if she will definitely come back and take revenge on me.
I have to leave the mountains.
Through the warmth of my heart, the sunshine of love, I can feel that these guys are not around now, and because I saw them leave with my own eyes, I heard them whistling at each other, and I heard the devil threatening her that ursula had to hurry.
They won’t show up as night creatures.
I sometimes climb the highest tower overlooking the surrounding countryside.
I went there, and I made sure that no one saw us burning wooden floors, furniture and smoke. As I said, a ruined mountain village near the castle was abandoned for a long time recently.
It takes a day to travel to a nearby village. I want to find refuge before dusk, and I have to go now.
Counting thoughts torments me. There are too many things to do. I am a boy and I have not been regarded as a man. I have a lot of money in the Florence Bank, but it takes a week to ride. The devil here can even enter the church. Friar Dimont has been killed.
But I can finally think of one thing.
I want to catch them. I want to find them. I want to catch them. They can’t come during the day. That means I can catch them. I’m going to Bartola. Mathio has killed my parents. Children who have been robbed of slaves in our mountains.
They took the children. Yes, that’s what they did before they left. I’m sure they gradually realized this from various signs, but they did. There was not a child’s body here. Those boys my age were killed, but other younger children were taken away.
What? What’s going on? I’m almost crazy.
I clenched my fist in front of the tower window, and nothing interfered with my vision. I would be exhausted in the oath of anger and revenge. Just in front of me, I saw three horses wandering in the valley, as if waiting to be called home.
I can still ride my best horse. I have to go. I can ride a horse and try to get to the town at dusk. I’m not familiar with the northern land. This is a mountainous area, but I know a medium-sized town not far from here. I have to go there to take refuge and think about it. Another priest who knows these demons in his head discusses countermeasures
I was ashamed in the end, it disgusted me, but I did it, I searched it, and I could take away a fortune.
I went back to my room first, as if it were an ordinary day. I’d better hunt green silk velvet, push up boots and wear gloves, and then I took the purse hanging in my saddle. I went to the cellar and took my parents’ and uncles’ most expensive rings, necklaces and brooches to the holy land. God forgive me.