The blazing sun hung high in the sky, its radiance scorching the heavens.
As he looked at the presence suspended high above, as though it had become a second sun, David Wilson's dry eyes uncontrollably narrowed, as if trying to escape the sunlight.
Even though his eyeballs felt as if they were about to burn away and his nerves madly transmitted scorching signals, he still fought his instincts with all his strength and stared fixedly at the sky.
This self-destructive behavior made the old man, whose skin had nearly withered with the passing years and whose body resembled dead wood, furrow his brows deeply and let out a faint sigh.
"They all said you'd gone mad. I didn't believe them, so I accepted this subjugation mission to see the truth with my own eyes rather than be deceived by those politicians so eager to find someone to take the blame."
"But now, it seems you really have gone mad, little Wilson."
Watching David Wilson turn a deaf ear to his words, the old man could not help but feel sorrow.
He had always been close to the Wilson family. Although the outside world generally considered David Wilson sinister-looking, and most people's first impression was that he must be a schemer.
Yet in the old man's eyes, he was still the same simple boy from his memories—the one who chased after him for candy, shyly shared with him his crush on the prettiest girl in his class, and cried until his face was covered in tears and snot after his confession failed.
And now, such a person had personally slaughtered all his loved ones and even sought to declare war on the White Eagle Alliance. That simply did not fit his character.
With the experience of an old man nearing the