“We can’t use internal circumstances as an excuse to stand by and watch external affairs forever. Even at this very moment, someone may be risking their life to climb the Tower in search of an answer for all of us.”
“I’m not asking you to take my side. I’m telling you not to forget the spirit of Heta.”
“I understand the Sect Master’s words well.”
Do you, really?
White Bird stared quietly at the man before her.
First Elder, Haneulbi. She was well aware that this long-haired man with the gentle impression was the source of the mud swirling inside.
Haneulbi smiled softly.
“There it is again. That look—the look that scolds me.”
“Have you not learned from experience that excessive greed invites disaster? I don’t understand your actions.”
“I’m not seeking the Sect Master’s understanding. I never have. Not when my grandfather cruelly took these two eyes from me, and not when I returned to Heta regardless.”
The Sect Master succession trial, “Haetae’s Mirror.”
When the girl White Bird—who had inherited all of Heta Sect’s history—stepped out through…