After finishing the last half of the fruit in his hand, Velin swallowed back the words of persuasion he had been about to say.
If he founded a nation, it would still take at least another ten years.
After founding it, finding a Legend who could replace Tadius would take who knew how many more years.
By a rough estimate, if he made the other party stay, he would delay him by at least thirty years.
The other party had already made up his mind to leave. Forcibly keeping him here did not fit Velin's way of doing things either.
Watching the changes in Velin's expression, Tadius did not point them out. He said calmly, "Velin, it's your turn."
Hearing this, Velin raised his head slightly, looked at Tadius, and said with a smile, "I came to see you because I wanted to meet you again before you left, and have a proper chat with you."
"After this parting, who knows when we'll meet again?"
Velin gently clenched his right hand and picked up another fruit from the fruit tray. "I still remember the first time I met you. It was when I brought the handwritten letter my mother had written to handle Zelia's enrollment qualifications."
"I remember as well, and very clearly." Tadius leaned back slightly, resting against the soft leather sofa, and said softly, "Back then, you were still very reserved in front of me."
"But after we went through some things later and became familiar with each other, those polite words disappeared."
"I was able to become a Legend because of your help."
"That is something I will never forget."
"In my view, thirty years is not enough to repay the favor I owe."
"But this restless heart of mine can no longer calm down." Tadius reached