《I AM THE ONLY PERSON THE VILLAIN CANNOT KILL》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The rain had not stopped since morning, but Elara Veyne did not mind it. She liked the way it washed the dust from the market stalls and made the cobblestones shine like glass. She liked the sound it made against her hood, soft and steady, like a heartbeat that never skipped.What she did not like was the way people looked at her.She had grown used to it over the years, the quick glances, the whispers behind gloved hands, the way mothers pulled their children a little closer when she passed. It was not her face that caused it. Her face was ordinary enough: brown eyes, dark hair pulled back in a simple braid, a small scar above her left eyebrow she had never asked about. It was the space above her head.Or rather, what was missing from it.Every person in the Kingdom of Avelune was born with a number floating above their head, glowing faintly, visible to anyone who looked. The number told them how many days they had left to live. A baby might be born with twenty-eight thousand days. A

Elara's heart slammed against her ribs as the footsteps grew louder, echoing off the wet stone walls of the alley. She fumbled for the tavern door, her fingers slipping on the wet handle before it finally gave way, and she stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind her and throwing the iron bolt with trembling hands.She pressed her back against the door and listened.The footsteps stopped just outside. She could hear low voices now, muffled by the wood, too quiet to make out words. Her breath came fast and shallow. She thought of the kitchen knives on the counter behind her and edged toward them without taking her eyes off the door.Then, silence.She waited, counting her own heartbeats, one, two, ten, thirty, until the silence stretched so long she began to wonder if she had imagined the whole thing. Perhaps it had only been drunken soldiers stumbling home from the tavern. Perhaps her mind, already unsettled by Kael's strange words, had turned ordinary footsteps into something siniste

Kael led her through a series of narrow alleys that Elara had never noticed before, though she had walked the streets of the capital her entire life. They emerged eventually behind a row of abandoned warehouses near the old river docks, where a small stone cottage stood half hidden behind a curtain of overgrown ivy."This is yours?" she asked as he pushed open the door."One of several places I keep." He held the door for her, scanning the street behind them one final time before following her inside and bolting it shut. "None of them are known to anyone but me."The cottage was small but tidy, a single room with a narrow bed against one wall, a modest hearth, and a wooden table cluttered with old books and rolled parchment. Elara noticed, with a strange twist in her chest, a faded blue shawl folded carefully at the foot of the bed, the kind of thing a woman might wear, though nothing else in the room suggested anyone but Kael lived there."Sit," he said, gesturing toward the table as

Elara did not sleep again that night, though Kael insisted she try. She sat instead by the dying embers of the fire, the strange silver pendant clutched in her hand, turning it over and over between her fingers as though the motion alone might force it to reveal its secrets."You still haven't told me what it is," she said, breaking the long silence that had settled between them since his confession.Kael sat across from her, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on the pendant with an expression somewhere between longing and dread. "It's a piece of something that no longer exists. A fragment of a spell that was never meant to survive its own casting.""That's not an explanation.""It's the only one I can give you tonight," he said, echoing words he had spoken to her before, and this time she did not have the strength to argue further. Exhaustion had worn her down to something raw and hollow, and the weight of everything she had learned in the past two days pressed against h

They reached the small crossroads village of Millbrook by midmorning the following day, a cluster of stone cottages and narrow lanes tucked between rolling hills. Kael had grown quieter as they walked, his eyes distant, as though the closer they came to wherever he intended to take her, the heavier some private burden grew."Who is it we're going to see?" Elara asked, breaking the silence as they passed beneath the shade of an old stone bridge."Someone who has helped me before," Kael said. "In other loops. She may not remember me this time, but I'm hoping she will.""She?"Something flickered across his face, brief and unreadable. "An old healer. Nothing more."Elara did not press further, though she noticed the way his jaw had tightened slightly at the question, and filed the reaction away without quite understanding why it mattered to her.They stopped in the village square to rest and buy bread from a small bakery, and it was there, stan