Chapter 322: Winter King (Rex Hyemis) (10)
“Pardon me for a moment.”
I excused myself from the Saintess and walked away. It might have been a misunderstanding, but it felt like the young, silver-haired noblewoman had turned her body to me the instant I raised my foot. I immediately realized it wasn’t a misunderstanding after I took my first step. The other party was coming this way.
People’s gazes focused on us. Normally, your steps would grow heavier when this happens, but I strangely felt lighthearted. I was like a skilled actor stepping out on stage with accurate steps while perceiving the audience’s gaze and immersing myself in my role.
That’s right. At this moment, I felt more certainty than I had ever felt before swelling up in my chest.
I wasn’t exaggerating. My steps have never had such a clear direction before. All of the steps you take on a road may look clear, but they are actually vague and filled with nothing but a chaotic sense of direction—this kind of ambiguousness didn’t exist in me at all. Now then, let’s ask myself a question.
What other direction could I possibly go right now except toward her?
It was a weird feeling. I always considered coming to this world a curse. However, if I were told that I was thrown into this world for the sake of making each and every one of my steps right now, then I would believe it.
Like when Alexander the Great pointed his sword at the walls of India, like when Julius Caesar pointed at the other side of the Rubicon river, my feet headed directly toward her.
My steps were all inevitable. I could tell I was being pulled by a certain feeling of inevitability.