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Luigi's satisfaction seems to be like the icy wind of winter, making the guard feel the chilling cold to the bone. Luigi's almost crazed joy distorts his smile, and when he embraces the guard forcefully, the strength is both protective and binding, causing the guard to feel an unprecedented panic and suffocation. Luigi's breath seems to carry a deep, mesmerizing quality, and his words slowly seep into the guard's ears, "Be my servant... do you understand what you need to do?"
Under the oppressive atmosphere, the guard feels as if he has fallen into an endless abyss. His body stiffens, and his throat feels as if it's being held, unable to make a sound. He wants to respond, but his words seem to be firmly locked by fear. The only thing he can do is nod vigorously, expressing his "understanding" and "obedience" in this way.
At this moment, Luigi, in the eyes of the guard, is no longer the brother who loves to joke around and always follows Mario, but a terrifying presence with an irresistible threat. The guard's heart is filled with fear and despair, knowing that his fate will be firmly controlled by this mad prince from now on.
At this moment, Luigi's gentle voice seems to carry a hint of apology, "I'm sorry... for my behavior just now... it was too rough. Can you forgive me... as your terrible master?" This sentence, like a gentle breeze, blows through the guard's stiff heart, causing him to involuntarily relax his vigilance.
Luigi's emotions suddenly changed, from previous rage to current tenderness, which greatly confused and unsettled the guard. When Luigi gently took his hand, the warm touch formed a stark contrast with the previous violence, causing the guard to question whether this was just another form of torture.
However, the guard's heart was still in turmoil, unsure of how to respond to the unpredictable Luigi. Under Luigi's gaze, the guard felt an invisible pressure, compelling him to respond. In the end, the guard chose to comply, answering with a trembling voice, "O...okay, my lord."
At this moment, the guard feels not only confusion and unease, but also a subtle sense of gratitude. Luigi's tenderness at this moment, whether genuine or feigned, makes the guard feel that this may be a brief moment of peace. However, the guard is also aware of how fragile and uncertain this peace is, and his future is still filled with unknowns and fears.
Luigi's excitement seems to make the atmosphere even more tense. His hand tightly grips the guard, advancing step by step until they reach the edge of the platform. That unnatural smile seems to conceal deeper intentions, making the atmosphere at this moment even more eerie and unsettling.
The guard felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. He knew he was in a position of absolute disadvantage, unable to resist, only able to follow Luigi's footsteps towards an unknown conclusion.
"Do you know... why the soldiers under your feet can only do these chores below, while you don't have to?" Luigi's voice carried a unique cunning and depth, as if hinting at some special relationship or distinction.
The guard tried to find the answer, but he was filled with more fear and uncertainty. He knew that no matter how he answered, he might not be able to satisfy Luigi's expectations. This uncertainty made his heart race and his throat dry.
At the edge of the high platform, the guard looked down at the soldiers below, the hardworking people whose fate was so different from his own, yet so similar, all seeking their place in this complex system. He turned back to Luigi with eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge and survival, hoping to receive some guidance or comfort from this unpredictable master.
Luigi's strange and profound gaze seemed to penetrate the guard's soul, giving him an unprecedented sense of oppression. The guard's voice was weak and tense, as if in this overwhelming atmosphere, any word could become a turning point in his fate.
"I... I don't really know, my lord. Maybe I'm just very lucky," the guard's voice barely fell, and he felt the pressure in the air change instantly. Luigi's expression became difficult to read in an instant, and for a moment, the guard almost thought he saw a flash of cruelty and madness in Luigi's eyes.
The air seemed to have solidified. The guard's response seemed to have triggered an invisible switch, causing Luigi's emotions to undergo a dramatic change. The mild image he had been trying to maintain instantly collapsed, replaced by a dark and terrifying face.
The guard felt a fear unlike any he had experienced before. His heart raced violently, his lips dried, and his words became fragmented. He realized he might have said something wrong, but he could not take back what he had just said.
"You say... you're just lucky? Lucky?" Luigi's voice was low and full of threat, each word squeezed out as if from between his teeth, carrying unrestrained anger and contempt. His gaze sharply pierced the guard, as if trying to see right through him.
At this moment, the guard just wanted to find a crack to hide in, he had no idea what to do. He began to regret his response, regretted how small his existence had become in this moment. He tried to speak up, but found his voice had become almost inaudible.
Luigi's anger not only did not subside because of the guard's silence, but instead became more intense. He approached the guard step by step, with each step making the guard's heart race, as if it would be consumed by this angry force in the next second. The only thought in the guard's mind at this moment was to escape. But his feet seemed to be fixed to the floor by fear, unable to move.
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