We did not represent justice either.
A gentle breeze stirred the blue, starlit flowers, making them sway. It seemed to carry an ancient song.
Within the flowerbed, a figure slowly crawled to his feet—[Caesar].
But he no longer looked like [Caesar]... Like shedding his skin, he had crawled out of [Caesar]'s body.
His slender body and limbs, pointed ears, handsome features, and perfectly proportioned muscles all matched the legendary image of the Fairy Prince.
Noble.
Yet that originally noble body was now covered in countless burn marks—and they were black scars.
In particular, his once peerlessly handsome cheek bore an extremely ugly black scar resembling a tattoo. It was like a pigment stamp burned into a pig bound for the slaughterhouse, impossible to wash away.
Gold Bell suddenly shuddered. He gently brushed his palm across his face, then gave a helpless, bitter smile.
The flowers here had saved him, but only barely. In the end, that terrifying black flame had still left countless indelible marks on his body.
His soul was still burning with pain. It would probably remain that way for a very long time.
Gold Bell even felt that his already battered [Twilight Garden Party] was close to becoming completely barren.
"I never heard it would be this bad. Isn't this a scam?"
Gold Bell let out a long sigh, then reached into [Twilight Garden Party] and took out a black robe, wrapping it around his naked body.
Yet even this breathing-simple movement made [Twilight Garden Party] feel as though it might shatter at any moment... Gold Bell's cheek twitched. Clearly, the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
Who could he blame?
He could only blame himself for running his mouth...
Gold Bell shook his head. Then, enduring the burning pain in his soul, he carefully