Chapter 155
Chapter 155
The night of the storm season was long. Even as dawn approached, there wasn’t the slightest hint of blue in the sky.
I entered the lounge of the Arch of Triumph, knelt on both knees on the floor, and began meditating.
I was on the verge of bursting. If my focus wavered even slightly, my sense of self and mind felt like they would explode and scatter.
How had I ended up here?
Life was complicated, and the universe was unpredictable.
The winner of this situation was Ivan Accretia. Francec stood in an ambiguous position, neither victor nor loser.
‘Hemillas died, but he did not fail.’
In fact, from the perspective of the Imperial Guard and the Custoria family’s survival, the current outcome was far better than the ‘Tribute Plan.’
At least, that was what I wanted to believe.
Now, let’s briefly consider other choices. I had plenty of time to think, after all. Let me reflect on my past. The time I had left to exist as myself was limited.
‘If I had sided with Kinuan and the Emperor...’