The End of Hatred

Tirihan bowed and left Reiner's main tent. The rest of the attendants also tactfully departed, leaving him alone in the grand, luxurious tent, which suddenly seemed empty.

Reiner pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a heaviness in his head, and let out a long breath. The grievances of many years should finally come to an end. When all was said and done, there had never been any way to determine who was right and who was wrong.

All of this had been an inevitable necessity. If Reiner wanted to establish great achievements, he was bound to come into conflict with Count Zebo. In an environment where the two sides fought to the death, one of them was bound to die.

Reiner cherished his own life and did not want to die, so Count Zebo had to die instead.

If anyone said there had been another way, Reiner felt that was pure nonsense. If they tried to bring love into it, he felt that was nonsense too. Perhaps the best explanation was that he had not loved Mekasha enough back then, and had not been willing to die for her.

In any case, Reiner felt that dying for anyone besides one's family was the stupidest thing imaginable. When they were young, people always held certain fantasies about love, and seeing someone beautiful was enough to fill them with excitement.

Thinking back on it now, Reiner found it somewhat laughable. Perhaps calling that kind of feeling love at first sight would have been more accurate.

Reiner now had a family and children.

Farrant was an excellent wife. She was beautiful and healthy, while also being a capable helpmate. She kept everything in the castle in perfect order and could even help handle some matters of state that were not urgently pressing.