The Magician froze when he saw the High Priestess.
While he stood there stunned, she threw her arms around him and said with all her heart:
"Magician, do you know? I've always loved you!"
"But I was worried. I was afraid! Afraid I wasn't good enough for you!"
"So I kept working hard, climbing step by step until I reached this position."
"I did it for one reason: so I could stand beside you!"
Still reeling, the Magician listened as tears welled in his eyes. He looked at the High Priestess before him. The little girl who had once needed his protection at every turn had grown up.
How could he not have known how she felt?
He had known. But he had always believed he'd become president of the Hunter Guild only because of his father.
The High Priestess was different. She had earned her position through her own strength, one step at a time. Being with him would only hold her back. So even though he'd seen her feelings, he'd never spoken of them.
Xu Mu watched the scene unfold, his face darkening. Why did it look so familiar?
Wasn't this the tearful confession a noble hero made right before dying on television?
How had he ended up in the middle of one? Didn't they realize they were making him look like the villain?
So you two want to play out a cliché tragedy?
Fine. I'll make sure you die together.
Luo Feng, who had been flying overhead, watched their heartfelt exchange.
He felt sick to his stomach.
The blades of air beside him instantly locked onto the embracing pair and shot toward them.
The High Priestess, standing in front of the Magician, was struck before she could react. She collapsed into his arms.
Looking down at her,