Chapter 116. A Matter of Mood (7)
I left the letter behind and quietly slipped out of the city gates.
Despite the late hour, the gates were not locked.
Are they afraid of the marquis?
Since I had spread the rumor of his arrival, no one wanted to be labelled as the foolish traitor who locked the gates.
The autumn sky slowly turned a deep blue shade as dawn approached. The world was beginning to brighten. Despite the beautiful sight, it also signaled that Gith-Za-Rai’s death was drawing inevitably closer.
I activated Sprint, ran through the wheat fields, and then dashed along the road.
As I ran, I thought about those who would kill and be killed today. The passing scenery seemed as though it was bleeding. I was selfishly abandoning all my plans and rushing toward Gith-Za-Rai simply because I didn’t want to bear the guilt.
How much can I prevent? How much can I change?
More than anything, this was an act driven by my unwillingness to take responsibility.
A few elderly farmers standing in the fields at dawn flinched and took a few steps back upon seeing me sprint past them. I was running away from this world, escaping into the realm of true monsters.
Perhaps, deep down, I simply wanted to flee to a world where my choices didn’t change anything. A crossroads appeared ahead, and the road split into three directions.
I turned toward the path that led to the Barren Underground Tomb.