Bobota glanced at Angel. As for Sanders, he had only heard a few rumors about the man and knew none of the specifics. Nor did he trust him.
The only person he could trust now was Angel.
Seeing Angel nod at him, Bobota pondered for a moment before carefully organizing his words and beginning his account.
Sanders naturally noticed this, yet there was no displeasure on his face. Instead, he rather approved of it inwardly. It showed, from another angle, that Angel was slowly transforming as well.
As Bobota spoke, no one interrupted him. In the quiet open-air study, aside from the faint wind brushing past their faces and the soft rustling of grass and trees, there was only Bobota's hoarse, unpleasant voice—yet somehow, it stirred the heart.
Bobota began with the tragedy of those years and continued through how he had plotted and stirred up a storm in Lasudelan.
Yet in the end, Bobota still failed. He failed because he had not understood the Lord of Profundity thoroughly enough, and he failed at the hands of the demon god Gloom.
Sanders' emotions did not fluctuate much as he listened. Back at the Void Giant Tower, Angel had already guessed seven or eight parts of Bobota's story. What Bobota was recounting now merely filled in the final pieces of the puzzle.
Although Sanders felt little personally, from the perspective of human nature, he could understand this entire series of actions Bobota had taken.
Unfortunately, strength was a castle in the air. Without the right to speak, without power, that itself was the original sin.
This was not true only of Bobota. Everything represented by the chain of events behind him, including the destruction of the Origin-Worshiping Clan—which one had not been guilty of possessing a jade?
After all, the wizarding