"It seemed that the greatest misunderstanding between us lay with the Ancient Dream Saintess. What a pity. If we had met a few years earlier—no, even just a few months earlier—if I had had enough time to explain the truth to you, then perhaps we two like-minded companions would not have ended up in such a fierce and tragic conflict."
The Wolf King let out a long sigh and gave a bitter smile. "Believe me, you are completely mistaken about whether the Ancient Dream Saintess should live or die, and you did the wrong thing as well. I never wanted to kill her, and you should never have saved her."
"What do you mean?"
Meng Chao frowned. "Don't tell me you intend to deny your assassination attempt on the Ancient Dream Saintess?"
"No, of course I will not deny it. But please believe that I bore the Ancient Dream Saintess not the slightest malice or hostility. On the contrary, from a certain perspective, the Ancient Dream Saintess could be considered my only... friend. More than anyone, I hoped she could live a happy life and become the person she wanted to be!"
The Wolf King's face was filled with melancholy as he murmured, "When I first met the Ancient Dream Saintess, she was not yet the spiritual leader of the Great Horned Legion. She was merely an incredibly ugly little girl who had fled her homeland because of the plague, wandered the world, and tasted all the bitterness life had to offer.
"At that time, my circumstances were not much better. I was only a petty tomb raider struggling to survive beneath the claws and fangs of those Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards.
"The two of us were like all lonely and helpless ratfolk. Faced with cruel fate, we could