Chapter 218
Gale sat alone at the edge of the bed, listening to the ticking of the clock’s second hand. A cigarette burned away at his fingertips, but he didn’t seem to care much. A pile of barely-smoked cigarette butts had already accumulated at his feet. He leaned forward, staring at the rising smoke.
‘Mariv is dead.’
And he died hanging in the sky while Gale was asleep.
At first, he couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t it ‘that’ Mariv? The object of contempt who seemed like he would oppress Gale forever. It felt strange to realize that even Mariv was ultimately human and could die. Mariv, who had always been ahead of him. To think that he was dead.
“Haha, ha.”
It felt refreshing, but also irritating, and at the same time, everything felt pointless. And he felt a complete sense of defeat. As Ian had said, a clear sense of defeat that neither of them would be engraved in history.
Knock knock.
“Your Highness Gale, it’s the doctor.”
“Excuse me.”