Yet when she thought of what he had been through, the iceberg girl wrapped her arms around him instead:
"Mr. Su, don't push yourself too hard."
That was right. She was not worried about how badly Su Wen had beaten those people.
She did not care, nor did it matter to her.
But if doing so dirtied Su Wen's hands,
"My heart will ache for you."
the girl said softly.
At that moment, a sudden breeze outside the floor-to-ceiling window swept up the scent of sand and rust from Saint Mourning Hughie Fal's temporary grounds, making the protective incantations embroidered on the curtains flutter loudly.
Yet Su Wen did not agree to that seemingly simple request. He merely replied slowly:
"Those bastards from the Gospel Book have set their sights on you."
It was just that,
when he recalled how he had recently worked with Elarina to slaughter those cultists on an exterminatory scale in the Third Era,
Su Wen could not help revealing an especially cold smile:
"But don't worry.
They're looking to die.
Then I'll find them myself."
Su Wen seemed to still feel the blazing radiance of the brain-computer core after Eternal Dawn's Great Blackout Plan, but to him, it was far from a good sign.
After all, during this journey through the Third Era, he had not only obtained something capable of restraining the Fifth Epoch Masquerade's control over the damaged Silver Ring.
He had also received bad news:
Dawn's path was wrong.
But he had not found an answer as to why everything had become this way. He did not even know anything about the gods.
Everything was shrouded in secrecy.
Even the Witches of the Third Era held no reverence for some deities. They mocked, ignored, and blasphemed the gods.
In other words,
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