* Thump. *
Another heartbeat sounded like a heavy hammer.
Pain.
Excruciating pain.
Thales struggled to stand with Quick Rope's support. He was drenched in cold sweat.
'No.'
* Thump. *
Another heartbeat.
After he forcefully snatched Barney's sword, the terrifying aftereffects attacked him again. Every breath he took and even every heartbeat was accompanied by an excruciating pain.
Each time was worse than the last.
It was as if the ferryman was summoning him to crush him inch by inch from head to toe.
But that was no longer important.
He could not fall.
At least, not now.
Thales glanced at the nine men in front of him, who were covered in wounds and had despair in their eyes.
'The former Royal Guards.'
* Thump. *
After the next heartbeat, the nearly exhausted Sin of Hell's River surged again, as if it had been saved from a desperate situation. It filled his limbs and surged towards his heart, which could not bear the heavy burden, and his body, which was on the verge of collapse.
An unfamiliar yet familiar fluctuation attacked him, and the scene of him fighting against the Star Killer on the night of Dragon's Blood appeared again.
The Sin of Hell's River began to consume a large amount of energy to speed up the regeneration and recovery of the damaged tissues in his body.
It was accompanied by an infinitely magnified pain.
Thales began to tremble uncontrollably.
But unlike before, when he listened to Zakriel's confession, Barney Junior's sobs, the sound of Nalgi gulping down blood, and Naer's increasingly chaotic breathing, Thales suddenly realized that he could ignore the pain that had once made him wish he was dead.
Zakriel's words rang in his ears like it was a lifetime ago, but they were incredibly clear.
"The Royal Guards served their masters, and comrades fought each other with swords …
"A total of eleven times … they fought against each other."
* Thump. *
The Knight of Judgment stared blankly into the darkness in Thales' increasingly dim vision.
"I can only watch as everything happens, powerless, and helpless …"
"I'm sorry …"
Zakriel said emptily.
"I can't do anything."
Thales subconsciously tightened his grip on Quick Rope's arm and closed his eyes.
The Sin of Hell's River was like a beast that had found its prey. It continued to roar in his body.
But at that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to that night in the Abandoned House. He lay powerlessly on the dilapidated floor.
He heard Quide's maniacal laughter.
Kellet, Ned, Ursula, and the deceased child beggars floated in the air, looking at him expressionlessly.
He watched as Quide walked past Thales and walked towards the weak and trembling Coria.
And he could only...
He could only watch helplessly as everything … happened.
Nothing could be done.
Thales clenched his fists.
Can't do anything?
No.
There seemed to be a voice whispering in his heart.
No.
Thump.
As if he was ordering his body, Thales trembled and let go of Quick Rope. He stood up straight in pain.
The chaos and blood in Dragon Clouds City that night flashed across his mind.
Do … anything. No, do it.
He suddenly understood.
What he learned from Taurus' teachings was not just the use of mystic energy, the Mystics' 'contactor', or the 'thing' stage.
It was something more important.
Thales' eyes flew open.
"No."
The youth's calm and resolute voice attracted everyone's attention.
Quick Rope stared in surprise at the Prince of Constellation, who had relied on him to stand steadily just a second ago. At that moment, he was drenched in cold sweat as he walked forward.
"This has nothing to do with what we can or cannot do." Thales staggered over Barney's sword and picked up the extinguished torch from the ground. He swung it in the air so that it could burn fully again.
The light illuminated the dark storage room.
Zakriel looked at him blankly. Barney Junior was still lying on the ground, sobbing silently.
Nalgi, who was hovering at the edge of death, gradually lost focus. Naer's coughs became soft and silent.
"Instead, it depends on whether we have made the right choice when the time comes."
Thales inhaled with all his might and forced himself to lock the after-effects of mystic energy and the pain from the Sin of Hell's River's treatment outside of his consciousness. He held the torch and walked towards the dark pool of blood in front of him.
"No matter what you plan to do now, it's too late." Samel snorted softly. His tone was filled with endless sorrow and mockery.
"This is the truth."
Thales shook his head and continued walking forward.
Blood from Nalgi's neck stained the soles of his shoes.
It was just like that night when he stepped into the pool of blood in the Abandoned House.
Everyone's gazes were focused on the prince.
Thales gasped as he stepped into the pool of blood.
In the next second, the pain in his body suddenly increased!
The teenager slipped. He could no longer support his weak body and knelt on one knee in front of Nalgi and Canon.
"Thales!"
Quick Rope cried out in surprise, but he was stopped by the prince who raised his hand resolutely.
"Now, at least."
Thales panted and took a few steps forward on his knees to get closer to Nalgi. He met the man's almost dry gaze.
"We can still do one last thing."
'One last thing?'
Quick Rope was stunned for a moment.
"'Idler' Nalgi of the Defense Division, right?"
Thales endured the waves of pain and looked at the man in front of him, whose life was slipping away.
With Canon's support, Nalgi glanced at Thales with a blank expression. Blood from his neck gushed out continuously through the gaps between Canon's trembling fingers.
Then, Nalgi shifted his gaze away while trembling. He avoided Canon's gaze and looked weak, as if he did not dare to face the teenager with the surname Jadestar.
"I know.
I know what you've done. "
Nalgi shuddered slightly.
The light from the fire illuminated Nalgi's face, which was about to leave.
His face was sallow and dry, and it was wrinkled with despair and pain.
Thales gritted his teeth and squeezed out a calm smile as he watched Nalgi's neck bleed profusely. He tried his best to make his words sound calmer.
"You participated in the conspiracy and civil strife.
"During the chaotic era, you … you wavered between your family and the royal power. In the end, you chose to deny the late king and pledge your loyalty to another Jadestar. You chose … the future he represented.
"You were stained with a blood debt that cannot be washed clean, including that of your fellow guards."
Nalgi began to tremble while he lay in Canon's arms.
His eyes, which were already dark and gloomy, swept over Thales. They were filled with regret and pain.
Thales watched him calmly. The sorrow in his heart momentarily overshadowed the pain in his body.
"You paid the price for this. You were tortured by your conscience. You wore the brand of sin on your face amid guilt, indignation, and resentment. You struggled for half your life."
The teenager sighed.
"You wasted your time."
Nalgi opened his mouth in pain, but he could only make gurgling sounds as blood flowed from his throat. His gaze as he stared at Thales became more and more desperate.
The guards stared at the prince with different gazes. Some of them were desperate, some were miserable, some were indifferent, and some were empty.
But Thales ignored them.
He only smelled the stench of blood that filled his nostrils. He stared at Nalgi, who lay in a pool of blood, as though he wanted to stare at his only remaining soul.
"But I also know." Thales forced out a weak smile.
"I know that you refused to plead guilty and were imprisoned because of your own selfishness, but because you wanted to carry out your choice and cover up the Jadestar Royal Family's scandal.
"That might have been a sad but respectable choice."
When he finished speaking, the guards' expressions changed slightly. Canon, who was still holding Nalgi, even raised his head in surprise.
Nalgi's dirt-covered face struggled for a moment.
He looked at Thales in disbelief and clenched his fingers into a fist.
In the next second, Thales sighed.
"But those are not important anymore."
The teenager stared at Nalgi seriously. His bruised and disheveled face was calm and indifferent in the firelight.
"Because eighteen years later, at the moment when you were about to escape from prison, when freedom and relief were within your reach, you chose to give up on hypocrisy and luck. You faced the nightmare, the pain, and the ugliness head-on. You faced your past self."
Zakriel, who was listening quietly, swayed a little. Barney Junior also calmed down.
As he listened to Thales' words, Nalgi's breathing, which had worsened due to his bleeding, started to become chaotic.
"Perhaps what I'm saying now is insignificant, and I came too late …"
The weak Thales extended his left hand while trembling. He gently caressed the ugly brand of sin on Nalgi's face.
It was carved with the letter'S 'of the Ancient Empire.
His touch seemed to have some sort of magic that made Nalgi gradually calm down.
Thales clenched his teeth gently.
"But at least, I want you to know.
Even if the world does not know, even if the kingdom refuses to admit it, even if it will never be cleared up, at least I know in my heart. "
Thales took a deep breath and smiled.
"I don't think you are a bad person, Nalgi."
At that moment, Nalgi's pupils shrank abruptly!
The way he looked at the prince changed, just like his expression.
"You are not a selfish, simple, and evil traitor."
The teenager's voice was very soft, and it could only cause the dust to tremble. But it traveled in the dungeon, and it was incredibly clear.
It traveled into everyone's ears.
"On the contrary, you are a respectable person.
You made your own choice, and then you bore the consequences without any complaints or regrets. You carried out your own principles. "
Nalgi's breathing began to speed up, and it drowned out the sound of blood flowing out of his neck.
He looked at Thales. His lips opened and closed, and he let out intermittent grunts.
But his slightly agitated words were buried in the surging blood.
Thales smiled.
"I know, Nalgi. I understand."
The prince pressed gently against Nalgi's forehead and closed the distance between them.
Nalgi's grunts continued, but they became weaker and weaker.
"So, at this moment, during the last breath of your life …" Thales realized that his voice was trembling, and it was even more than the trembling Nalgi had when he was dying.
"Thales Nalgi."
Thales breathed in a daze. Nalgi's haggard face began to blur in front of him.
"In the name of the Second Prince, Thales Jadestar, the legitimate descendant of the Jadestar Family, the only heir to the Nine-Pointed Star Crown."
The teenager heard himself speak in a trembling voice.
"I forgive you."
At that moment, the dungeon was terrifyingly quiet.
Everyone stared blankly at the teenager who held the injured man and spoke softly.
"I forgive you for all the sins and wrongs you have committed, may have committed, and did not commit."
The prince's voice faded away.
At that moment, it was as if nothing had happened. The dungeon was as quiet as ever.
But a few tenths of a second later, Nalgi's chest began to rise and fall violently, as if he was struggling to get up!
"Ugh …"
Finally, like a dam that had been holding up for a long time, Nalgi collapsed at the last moment.
His eyes had lost focus, but he still stretched out his powerless left hand while trembling violently. He scratched the air in vain.
His lips twisted and twitched. He let out violent sobs and whimpers at Thales, as if he wanted to say an endless number of things.
"Ugh …"
Nalgi's violent reaction caught Canon off guard while he pressed down on Nalgi's wound. He could only try his best to control Nalgi so that his helpless situation would not worsen.
Thales put down the torch and ignored the blood all over his body. He held Nalgi's empty and helpless palm tightly and bent down to hug the man who was about to die.
"No matter who you betrayed, no matter who you were loyal to.
"No matter what your heart is, no matter what your body is.
"No matter how you treated yourself in the past and today."
He pressed his cheek against Nalgi's forehead so that Nalgi's struggles gradually calmed down as he spoke.
"I hope that you will no longer be trapped in sin, conflict, torture, and guilt.
"Be free from now on."
Thales panted and fought back the stinging sensation in his nose.
"I hope that your past will vanish into thin air, and that your nightmare will end now.
"Rest in peace from now on."
No one made a sound.
At that moment, the only sound in the dungeon was Nalgi's slowly calming and weakening breathing.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
After an unknown amount of time, Nalgi's struggles finally calmed down.
Thales exhaled, patted the frozen Canon, and let go of Nalgi.
He lowered his head in a daze.
At some point in time, the person in his arms had already closed his eyes.
He no longer moved.
'He's gone.'
Thales said to himself bitterly.
'After eighteen years of torture …'
'He's gone.'
But Thales immediately moved.
An endless amount of crystalline tears slid down Nalgi's lifeless face.
Tears gushed out of his eyes, and they surpassed the blood flowing from his neck.
Thales felt his heart ache.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Canon sobbed while still holding his comrade's body.
"Thank you, Your Highness … Nalgi … Nalgi …"
Thales raised his head and stared at him in a daze.
Nalgi's tear-stained face was contorted into an arc. He seemed to be suffering from intense pain.
But Thales knew.
It was not pain.
It was something that Nalgi had not shown for eighteen years …
A smile.
Thales froze for a moment in his bewilderment. Then, he staggered to his feet and raised the torch again.
It was only then that he realized that at some point in time, everyone in the dungeon was staring at him. They were either surprised, excited, worried, or sad.
It was as if the teenager was the main character on the stage at that moment.
Even Zakriel stared at Thales in a daze. He did not move.
Quick Rope was silent. There was a hint of meaning in his gaze as he stared at Thales.
Thales took a deep breath and moved his gaze away from Nalgi. He walked to the other side.
He did not know whether the aftereffects of his mystic energy had let him go, or whether the Sin of Hell's River had finally recovered. The pain in his body began to become numb, and it was not worth mentioning in his current state.
With weak steps, Thales approached Beldin, who was still holding Naer.
Naer coughed in pain. As he stared at Thales, his eyes reflected the light from the fire and brightened.
"Your Highness, we …" As he watched Nalgi, who was no longer breathing, Beldin suppressed the emotions in his chest. He was just about to speak when Thales raised his right hand and stopped him.
"Wait." The teenager shook his head.
Beldin immediately closed his lips. He did not show any objection.
It was as if this was his duty.
Perhaps they were affected by what happened just now, but no one wanted to interrupt Thales.
Just like before, Thales knelt on one knee in front of Naer. He stared at the man who was still smiling at that moment and coughed continuously.
"A large amount of internal bleeding after a blunt blow. As a logistics officer, I know this very well," Naer said with difficulty. His face was pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat. Beldin, who was beside him, could not bear to watch. He closed his eyes.
Thales stared at him with grief.
"Sazel Naer, Second Logistics Officer," the teenager said seriously.
Naer subconsciously pushed Beldin, who was holding him, and puffed out his chest.
He seemed to want to be more appropriate.
The prince spoke softly.
"I don't know what you have experienced over the past eighteen years, but I know that what happened to you was not fair."
Naer stared at the prince calmly. His heavily injured body gradually became numb.
Thales suppressed the resentment in his chest.
"It has been eighteen years. You have suffered injustice and pain, and you have borne the consequences that are not commensurate with what you have done.
"I know that you have nowhere to complain about the injustice you have suffered, that you cannot speak of your pain, and that the justice and innocence you deserve … may never come."
As he listened to the prince's words, Naer's gaze gradually became unfocused, and grief filled his eyes.
But Thales held his palm.
Naer's palm was very cold, as if his blood had never flowed through it.
"But you, logistics officer."
"Please do not worry."
Thales' tone fluctuated slightly.
"Because at least, at least I will remember your innocence and righteousness."
Naer's cold palm began to tremble.
"I will remember that there was a person who, no matter how much pain and injustice he suffered, whether it was in the past or now, whether he was alive or dead, believed and cherished his comrades from the beginning until the end, and never wavered."
Naer's vision was already very blurry, but he tried his best to smile at the prince.
This made Thales feel rather gratified, and it made his heavy heart slightly ease after he experienced Nalgi's death.
Thales took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness at the bottom of his heart.
"Sazel Naer."
As Thales spoke, he pressed his forehead against Naer's.
"May Hell's River have a smooth journey."
Thales said softly,
"May you rest in peace."
Naer's body trembled slightly, even though he did not have much vitality left.
The dungeon was still very quiet.
But at that moment …
"No, Your Highness …"
Thales let go of Naer and stared in surprise at Naer, whose face was covered in tears, but he still spoke up to refute him.
"We swore an oath." Naer shuddered. His lifeless eyes stared at the empty ceiling, but there was a tearful smile on his face as he spoke laboriously.
"As the Emperor's Praetorian Guards, our souls … will not enter heaven, nor will they descend to hell. Instead, they will be forged in … the mighty Empire."
'Souls?'
Thales was slightly stunned.
Naer's smile became even brighter as tears fell from his eyes.
Thales felt a pang in his heart.
"Just like my brothers in the past …"
Naer could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly, but he still used what little strength he had left to turn in everyone's direction while trembling.
"Sazel Naer, second logistics officer of the Royal Guards."
* Thud! *
He laboriously clenched his right fist and punched his chest!
He did not care about the heavy burden and pain this action brought to him.
Thales looked at him in surprise. He suddenly realized that the guards around him, be it Zakriel, Barney Junior, Beldin, or Samel, had subconsciously puffed out their chests and put on stern expressions.
It was as if they were attending the most solemn occasion.
"Everyone!"
Naer widened his eyes, which only served to reflect the darkness, and spoke hoarsely.
"My sword is broken. My mission is complete."
He seemed to be forcing his weak lungs to breathe as he tried his best to squeeze these words out of his mouth. His words were articulate, and his tone was firm.
Every word caused the guards to tremble.
Naer sucked in a deep breath.
"I have fulfilled my duty, I have fulfilled my duty …"
Halfway through his sentence, Naer's breathing stopped, and he panted a few times.
But Naer recovered and quickly continued.
"I will …
"I will rest by the Emperor's side …"
The dying Naer's words came to a halt, and he released his fist from his chest.
"No."
Naer shook his head.
He trembled as he touched Thales' disheveled face.
Thales lowered his head slightly and placed his cheek on Naer's palm.
Naer touched the prince's face and cast a profound glance in Thales' direction.
In the next second, Naer put on his palest and most gentle smile.
He said firmly,
"I will rest by the Emperor's side.
My sword is broken.
My mission is complete.
I have fulfilled my duty.
I will rest by the Emperor's side. "
The prisoners listened to his last words in a daze. They were either touched or sighed.
Naer stared at the air and tried his best to hold his breath, as if he was waiting for something.
Finally, as rustling sounds rose, the ashen-faced Barney Junior looked as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He hugged his aching right arm, pressed it against his chest, and leaned against the wall.
"Second Logistics Officer, Sazel Naer.
"You have fulfilled your duty." Barney Junior suppressed the change in his voice as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"You will rest by the Emperor's side."
Finally, Thales saw Naer's pale smile relax, as if he had let go of a burden.
Thales raised his head and saw all the guards pressing their hands against their chests at the same time. They spoke solemnly, sorrowfully, or agitatedly in unison as they recited the Royal Guards' funeral oration.
"Only the inheritance shall continue.
"Witness eternity."
The moment he finished speaking …
In the next moment, Naer's hand, which was supporting the teenager's face, loosened.
It fell abruptly and powerlessly, and Thales caught it.
Thales lowered his head and saw that Naer's pupils had completely lost their luster.
'He's gone.
'One more time,' Thales whispered to himself.
Beldin whimpered painfully in his throat, and Canon sobbed softly.
Barney Junior shut his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Thirty-eighth …"
He paused for a moment and glanced at Nalgi's body across from him.
In the end, Barney Junior still lowered his head and shook it in despair.
"Thirty-ninth."
Zakriel pressed his face into his hands again. His shoulders trembled.
After sending off their two brothers, the guards were exceptionally quiet at that moment.
The silence lasted for a few seconds before Thales gently let go of Naer's body.
'It's not over yet.'
He said to himself as he dragged his weak body along.
'Not yet.'
Thales turned his head and swept his gaze over the figures.
"Chief Penal Officer, Luton Beldin.
"Second Flag Bearer, Colin Samel."
Beldin bit his lip tightly.
Samel had a complicated expression on his face.
The prince swayed and stood up with the torch in his hand.
His figure was very clear in the firelight.
"I understand all of you, and I understand all of you."
Thales spoke in a hoarse voice.
"But I don't have my father's power, and I don't have his status. I can't absolve you, clear your names, or plead for you."
As he spoke, he swept his gaze over Barney Junior, who was completely disheartened and silent.
"I also know my father's personality. Even if I return to Eternal Star City, I will still have no power or influence. What I say is worthless, and even meaningless."
Beldin's expression was solemn. Samel shook his head and sneered.
"I can't erase your brand, clear your name, change your circumstances, or mend your wounds."
Thales sucked in a deep breath.
"But at the very least, I can, and can only speak to you as Thales Jadestar."
He lowered his head and said quietly,
"I'm sorry."
Beldin and Samel moved at the same time.
"Just like Naer, I know of your grievances, I know of your pasts, and I know of your innocence."
Thales tried his best to make his tone sound calm and sincere.
"I also know of your persistence.
And I will remember it for the rest of my life.
"No matter what others are like."
At that moment, Beldin tried his best to squeeze out a miserable smile and shook his head. Samel's eyes sparkled, and he stared at the prince with an indescribable gaze.
"Just like Naer, your names have long since been cleared from my heart."
Thales tried his best to get rid of the sadness in his heart and curled up the corners of his lips.
"You are excellent Royal Guards.
Thank you. "
Beldin's voice froze, and he could not speak. "Your Highness …"
Samel turned his head away and sank into the darkness. His expression could not be seen.
Thales forced himself to smile, and with his weak body, he turned to the other three people again.
"The cavalry scout of the Vanguard Division, Jonah Canon.
"The guard of the Defense Division, Sol Bruley.
"And you, Gutti Tardin, who comes from a noble family."
When his name was called, Canon shuddered while he held Nalgi's body. He did not dare to raise his head. The huge Bruley whimpered in pain.
Tardin even turned his head away in shame.
"You were involved in the conspiracy and chaos that year. You even participated in it.
"You participated in the Blood War that year, and caused the royal family to suffer an unexpected disaster. The kingdom suffered a great disaster, and your sins cannot be erased."
The three of them became even more dejected.
Canon buried his face in Nalgi's body, and he sobbed non-stop.
Bruley knelt on the ground with a dazed look on his face.
Tardin bit down on his lip, and he seemed to be prepared.
Thales looked at the three people. The emotions in his heart were incredibly complicated, and they were difficult to describe.
But in the end, he still took a deep breath and shook his head.
"But …"
Thales put on a faint smile.
"I forgive all of you."
There was a deathly silence.
Beldin widened his eyes. Even Samel furrowed his eyebrows.
The three people involved, be it Tardin, Bruley, or Canon, were completely stunned at that moment.
"Your Highness …" Tardin said subconsciously.
Thales did not let him continue. Instead, he looked at Nalgi and Naer's bodies and said faintly,
"Just like Nalgi, you made your own choices among the many paths you took.
"And today, things remain the same, but people have changed. It is no longer important to look back on the rights and wrongs of the past."
When Thales finished speaking, Tardin shuddered a little.
The prince spoke calmly without a hint of resentment or disdain in his tone.
"More importantly, you have already paid the price, be it the death of your brothers and sisters, the punishment of your conscience, or the guilt and nightmares that will accompany you for eternity."
The three of them still stared at Thales in disbelief.
"And I have also seen what kind of people you are."
"No matter what choice you made in the past, today, you did not let Zakriel bear the sin alone. Instead, you faced your past, stood up, and admitted what happened in the past."
Quite a number of people looked at Zakriel, but the heavily injured Knight of Judgment still did not say a word.
Thales sighed.
"And today, you saved my life. Even though you know the truth, unlike Barney, you know very well that this will not allow you to be pardoned."
As he spoke, Thales felt the pain in his body disappear completely. He did not know whether it was because time was up or because the Power of Eradication took effect.
Only weakness, absent-mindedness, emptiness …
And an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Thales looked up and tried his best to smile. His voice was hoarse.
"So, I forgive all of you.
I forgive all of you.
I forgive all of you. I forgive all of you from the torture of the past, and I forgive all of you from eternal guilt.
I hope that all of you will be reborn at this moment. "
'This is …
'My choice.'
The voice in Thales' heart whispered.
'Compared to power and status, this is …
'What I should truly cherish, care about, and hold on to.
'This is my true anchor.'
Silence.
The silence lasted for a few seconds. Only sparks and breathing could be heard.
Finally, Canon was the first among the three of them to break down.
He placed his hands on the pool of blood on the ground and cried bitterly.
Canon's reaction seemed to have opened up something. Then, Tardin knelt on the ground and covered his face in pain and regret.
"Your Highness … I … I …"
He sobbed uncontrollably.
Bruley's lips quivered, but he did not make a sound.
He only shut his eyes deeply and lowered his body and head as low as possible in Thales' direction.
Samel sighed.
Beldin put down Naer's body and stared at Thales.
Thales smiled at them.
"I'm sorry, I can only say these words in my own name. After all, I am not the king.
This is all I can do. "
He added dejectedly.
Beldin shook his head and met the prince's smile with his most grateful and restrained one.
'No.
'What you did … was far more than that.
'More than that.'
Once he finished speaking, Thales sucked in a breath and looked at Barney Junior on the other side.
Quick Rope, who stood by the side, watched everything in a daze.
Two bodies lay peacefully on the ground in the dark dungeon.
Zakriel knelt on the ground in a daze and stared at Thales.
Barney Junior leaned against the wall indifferently and did not move.
The other five prisoners were in a sorry state. They were either agitated, sad, weeping with their hands on their heads, or sighing while kneeling on the ground.
Only the teenager who held the torch stood among the crowd with a relieved smile on his face.
His thin and weak figure, under the illumination of the fire, seemed tall and strong.
"What is he doing?" Samel, who stood by the side, mumbled to himself in a daze.
Beldin heard what he said.
"He did nothing."
The penal officer watched Thales walk towards Barney Junior. He spoke softly, and at the same time, there was anguish and hope in his voice.
"He just … raised the torch."
Then …
Beldin stared at Thales from afar and said quietly in his heart,
'Light up the darkness around us.'
In the next moment, Beldin could no longer control himself.
The warrior, who was tough and fierce on the battlefield, turned his head around abruptly.
He covered the tears that gushed out of his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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