"Y-You killed the Holy Son Arthur…" Ayumi looked at Yuan in disbelief, her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed the bloody scene before her. Despair was palpable on her beautiful face.
"He was an aching splinter, and I removed him. You can curse me if it helps your heart, but he doesn't deserve your sympathy at all," Yuan said with a calm, expressionless look, his eyes cold and murderous—devoid of any emotion.
"You haven't yet seen his true face—the one he wore in front of you. 'Hero' is just a facade, a mask hiding his real nature. Be careful whom you choose to trust. And never believe anyone from the Holy Church." Yuan warned her, then turned and walked out of the Throne Hall, not sparing even a single glance at anyone before leaving.
His work here was done. There was no reason for him to remain any longer. Besides, he had to gather supplies for the upcoming trip to the Blank Clan, the birthplace of his beloved mother.
