Chapter 175: Seat of Thorns (3)
How fearsome can an environment be?
Those who know, know it well.
A noble’s child who pretends to be upright for a hundred days needs only to roll around the poor districts for a month or two to develop a fierce character; and someone who has lived their entire life as a commoner, the moment they obtain sudden wealth and enter high society, begins to lift their nose for no reason.
People can never escape the influence of their environment, and there is no one who remains eternally unchanged.
Dereck also knew this deep down, yet when it came to Siern, he held a certainty that was difficult to put into words.
That girl, as if she embodied the white snow piled up on the wasteland, would never forget the metallic scent of blood engraved in her heart—such a conviction.
Siern was that steadfast, and in fact, throughout all the time she learned magic, she never abandoned that bestial temperament.
By this point, even strolling through Ebelstein’s society, wouldn’t that distinctive edge grow dull?
That was what he had thought.