I'm Not Rafael

Rafael's words leave everyone puzzled, it's evident in the old king's questioning gaze. Instead of clarifying, Rafael continued, "Since ancient times, it's not just emperors who are heartless." "But I am his closest person in this world, we were supposed to be partners in battle, supporting each other, not rivals. How could he attack me?" A hint of sorrow flashed across Rafael's eyes, but it disappeared quickly. Rafael pushed his glasses and then smiled, his demeanor harmless and pure. The smile under his glasses shifts suddenly, displaying deep cunningness, as if he has two different personalities. With his laugh, the old king feels an eerie sense of déjà vu, linking back to Rafael's earlier perplexing words. The old king seems to have discovered something and is staring blankly at Rafael, "You, Rafael." The old king's mouth is full of food, his speech is slurred and inaudible. Rafael, however, guesses what he is saying and corrects him with a gentle laugh, "You're wrong, I'm not him.