Chapter 120
Chapter 120
The visit to the Silver Moon Pavilion was over. Hemillas sent me to my room, telling me to rest until dinner.
’Luka, we’ll talk in detail later.’
I recalled Hemillas’ last words.
Now that I had some personal time, I sat alone in my room, repeatedly spinning the Graken Vuth.
Whirr, whirr.
The Graken Vuth rotated in my grip, making a faint slicing sound.
Agatha’s words and actions wouldn’t leave my mind.
’Agatha Custoria.’
I assumed that everything Agatha said was true. She was a woman on the verge of death due to the aging of her brain. She wouldn’t be capable of fabricating an elaborate lie.
’And those emotions, condensed over time... there’s no way they were false.’
Never in my life had I encountered emotions so deep and dark. Just being near her felt like I was being stained by them. The grudge, like a curse, was vividly entrenched.