The sea breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled in the woods.
[My heartfelt thanks for your contributions to Dark Moon Island. You are tired, and you have worked hard. I invite you to rest here forever. -Bernard]
Reading the words on the stone stele, you could almost sense Bernard's expression at the time.
He had succeeded, exploited them, profited, and eliminated them. He had not even dressed it up in hypocrisy, but offered them one final taunt in a teasing tone.
This was an isolated island. Without the Teleportation Magic Formation in the villa, it was virtually impossible to reach.
It was like a diary. Here, Bernard revealed a truth different from his public image, exposing his true inner self.
The words on the stone stele could be understood as another sentence:
"Oh, look, a bunch of fools are buried here!"
Kallen took the Sword of Arius, which he had brought specifically for this occasion, out of its case. He walked up to the stone stele, crouched down, and slowly scraped away the words Bernard had left on it.
Mr. Eisen and Richard sat behind him, watching Kallen scrape away the words.
At last, Kallen had scraped the stone clean.
Kallen rested the sword on his knees and gazed at the now-clean stone stele, lost in thought.
Having worked at the Immoreles Funeral Company, Kallen was already accustomed to engraving tombstones.
He closed his eyes, and an image surfaced in his mind. More than a hundred years ago, a group of people had arrived on Dark Moon Island riding sea turtles. They had poured their hearts into this island, hoping it would develop in the future.
More than a hundred years later, when they should have sought vengeance in burning fury, they had chosen to stop just as their