Leo had once asked Sabo whether he felt any guilt over Stelly's death.
But even after recovering all his memories, Sabo's expression remained calm and free-spirited. "He took my life and made it all the way to becoming king. I have no regrets left. He probably has none either, right?"
"Do you hate your parents that much?" Leo asked.
"No, I don't hate them. I wouldn't hold anything against the dead." Sabo shook his head. "Besides, they died so suddenly. I'm afraid..."
Sabo's parents had died early, suddenly passing away almost as soon as Stelly gained the legal right of inheritance.
Then, after Stelly's engagement to Princess Sally was finalized, the king and several princes also died under highly unexpected circumstances.
Obviously, those who understood, understood. To the Revolutionary Army's Intelligence Department, Stelly might as well have stood naked before Sabo.
Naturally, Sabo could not possibly have had any favorable feelings toward him.
"Maybe it really had nothing to do with Stelly," Sabo said with an easy smile. "He had always been lucky since childhood. Whether it was being adopted by my family, getting engaged to the Princess, or becoming king outright, his luck was exceptionally good."
"If he hadn't been caught this time, we could have spared his life. But since he was caught, it means his luck was nothing special after all. So be it."
Sabo's words came from a conversation he had had with Stelly more than a decade ago. Stelly had bragged to him about how lucky he was. Unexpectedly, after recovering his memories, Sabo still remembered those things so clearly.
After hearing Sabo's words, Leo naturally could not be bothered to concern himself with the matter anymore.
If Stelly had not been connected to Sabo, he would have been far from qualified to draw the