Arnolak stared hard at Damian, his eyes full of fury. "Are you really going to be this ruthless?"
"Of course." A delighted smile appeared on Damian's face. He lowered his voice and said, "That student of yours—no, I should say your child—should be waiting for you at the River Styx by now."
"Don't worry. I already gave the order. He won't suffer too much when he goes."
"Damian, do you know who supported you onto the throne back then?" Arnolak grabbed Damian's shoulders with both hands, his voice filled with grief and rage.
"I know."
"Without your support back then, I never could have taken the throne."
"I have always kept that in mind."
"So, to repay you, I'm going to let you die with an understanding."
Arnolak watched the smile on Damian's face, and a sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart. "What do you mean by that?"
"That wife of yours—do you know who arranged for her to appear?"
At those words, Arnolak's expression changed drastically, and he murmured to himself, "Impossible. Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"Pope Arnolak, there is nothing impossible in this world." Damian drew his longsword and watched Arnolak's life aura grow weaker and weaker, then said softly, "When you came to the Parambria Kingdom back then, my grandfather had already begun making plans."
"More than half of those thrilling adventures you experienced were arranged behind the scenes by the royal family, all to deepen the feelings between you and that woman."
"In the end, that woman fell in love with you..."
"So you killed her."
A bitter smile appeared on Arnolak's face, as if he finally understood why, in the period before the woman he loved passed away, she had always revealed a hesitant expression at certain moments.
So she had wanted to tell