Journey to Spirit City

A hidden difficulty?

What hidden difficulty could make him so overbearingly block another person's path to becoming stronger?

What hidden difficulty could make him use such an almost humiliating method, crushing him with absolute power?

These questions churned and collided wildly in Tang San's heart, nearly bursting from his throat.

But he could not.

He could not vent these negative emotions on his sister.

Under the moonlight, Cinderella's delicate face, filled with worry, was like a basin of icy water that instantly extinguished most of Tang San's fury, leaving only heavy ashes smoldering within him.

He could not make her worry.

His sister was the only person in this world who sincerely cared for him, the only one who made him feel warmth. All his efforts, all his restraint, had only one ultimate purpose—to protect her, so she could remain safe and happy like this forever.

If his anger made his sister wear such a worried expression, then he would be the biggest bastard.

Tang San squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving violently several times as he forcibly suppressed the rage and humiliation that nearly tore him apart into the deepest recesses of his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the scarlet fury and violence had faded from them, leaving behind an almost weary calm. Beneath that calm, however, lay bottomless coldness.

He clasped Cinderella's hand with his, its cool softness easing his frenzied heartbeat somewhat.

Tang San's voice was slightly hoarse, though he deliberately kept it soft. "I understand, Sis."

He paused, as if those three words were not enough, then added, "I won't do anything reckless. Don't worry."

He would not leave Notting Academy, at least not for now.

Cinderella looked into Tang San's eyes, which had forcibly suppressed every emotion until only cold calm remained.