“Long ago, I too climbed Heavenly Sword Mountain, soaked in regret and helplessness.”
It was the Sword Duke’s confession. Though he had left numerous adventure tales wandering the world in his youth, it was a story I had never heard even once.
Probably because it was still a painful memory.
Even after such long years, his face chanting the past was lonely enough.
“On the contrary, it was the moment when the belief I had trusted my whole life shook. I loved the sword, and thought with just one sword, I could do anything. But that was an absurd arrogance.”
He had confided a similar wound to me before.
Wasn’t it around the time when I was floundering, unable to save Celine.
He was born as the eldest of the imperial family. That didn’t guarantee the throne as…