My Beautiful Sword Thief

“How do you sleep, when you ban others from doing the same?”

This is what is written on Belle’s hands.

When I caught Belle, stealing my thorns, I saw there was a great green witch behind her who came forth and forbid me to write words. This poisonous witch thinks she is a master of words, and could control my words. We called the police on each other. They came. They understood this was a battle of words. After asking for my words, Belle and the Jade Witch now forbid me to make words, or I will be destroyed. I am accused of wanting to do shameful things with my penis, and am humiliated in public. There is a call for a public castration, a emasculation because I am an old man, and Belle is a young woman?

Belle had asked me to give more details about my prostate cancer, that…