Of Course I Forgive Her!

A cuckold's hat or life—choose one.

As a man, how should one choose?

At this moment, this proud member of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower finally understood how Wu Dalang must have felt when he lay in bed taking medicine.

Especially when he saw his fiancée's naked, undisguised obsession and madness for Diarmuid Ua Duibhne—no man could possibly endure it.

But unfortunately, ninety-nine percent of Kayneth's Magic Circuits had already necrosed, and his nerves and spine were in complete disarray. He simply could not control his limbs or torso normally.

Simply put, he was no different from a useless cripple.

So after struggling in agonizing conflict for several minutes, he finally slowly closed his eyes and gave up resisting, allowing Sola to use the magecraft she was best at to take his Command Spells.

The instant the Command Spells completed their transfer, Kayneth seemed to have exhausted all his vitality and spirit. He lay on the hospital bed like a walking corpse, his eyes open as he stared at the dim light overhead.

As for his fiancée, the moment she seized the Command Spells, she had already rushed out to announce the joyous news to her beloved Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

Since this was an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, the windows, glass, doors, and such had long ceased to exist. Green weeds had even sprouted from cracks in the floor, so there was no soundproofing to speak of.

Within just a few minutes, the faint sounds of two people talking and arguing drifted up from downstairs.

Just as Kayneth wanted to listen in on their conversation, Allen slowly emerged from a dark corner nearby and said in a slightly teasing tone, "History always repeats itself! The only lesson humanity learns from history is that it