Part 2, Chapter 60 “…Haa.” The breath he’d been holding burst forth in a ragged exhale. The clamor of the knights dispatched by the Order faded into the distance. The sun dipped below the horizon, and raindrops began to patter down from the sky. The encroaching night would soon shroud the pursuers’ sight, and the rain would erase the fugitive’s...
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I wish this 17th life lasts a little longer
These chapters really hammer in just how bad his life has been. And just how medicinal Aillete is for his very soul. It makes me want to cry for Reed.