Yet no matter how much he hated watching it, the screen before him began playing out an age-old love story... The male lead wavered between the delicate, pitiable, lovely first heroine and the gorgeous, passionate, love-and-hate-daring second heroine.
Put nicely, it was a question of whether the white rose or red rose was more beautiful. Put badly, he wanted to two-time them but did not dare say it aloud.
The growing struggle on Helm's face left the onlookers numb... Normally, such a scumbag's reaction should have drawn criticism.
But considering who was making him struggle, they could not help feeling a little sympathy.
Yet after watching a little longer, they truly could not sympathize with him... Sharess was one thing; at least her love story seemed to have a real beginning and cause.
They had met upon the sea while fleeing, and depended on each other along a dangerous journey... Whether it was genuine or not, it was at least the usual experience of a hero and a beauty.
But Cyric's Rouge Mark had initially behaved like a wicked woman who specialized in going after her best friend's beloved.
Though Sharess's cooperation had ultimately turned it into a war between women, nobody believed Helm failed to understand.
Yet he was still immersed in the bliss of being fought over by beauties, as though his only pain was deciding whom to choose.
Thus, Hill scoffed at his inevitably painful choice in the future and sincerely wished him and his Rouge Mark a wonderful ending.
Fortunately, the Halruaan Archmages saved Hill's teeth, which had begun to ache from all the sweetness.
Compared to the two groups here, who had originally intended to profit from the situation but were now watching their Supreme Gods flirt, leaving Helm's followers and the Shadow Thieves looking