Part 2, Chapter 189 “……Ah.” Now I understood. Thesilid Argent’s life had been one of enduring unhappiness. Having suffered countless losses and endured immeasurable betrayals, he viewed life as a penance, a struggle, a desperate fight. Naturally, he believed in neither hope nor miracles. Moreover, the world was in a pessimistic state, slowly crumbling. Thus, the genre did not permit...
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