Chapter 298: Through the Crack (1)
The gentle breeze of the sea brushed against Hex’s face. It helped a little to calm the storm raging in his mind.
’It seems the things in her Diary are true to the point of Grandpa being abusive. I am happy. And I am angry too.’
Hex stood without speaking and without showing any expression on his face. He mastered masking his feelings a long time ago. The Saint, however, wasn’t fooled by him.
I too felt enraged. I nearly went berserk. But before the Old One, I couldn’t do anything. As time passed, I started to do whatever those two asked of me. Medea turned into a distant memory. Until...I was tasked with apprehending her.
"Why?" Hex asked. The Saint’s short story pulled him out of his torn-up thoughts and compelled him to inquire. "And who ordered you to do so?"
The Old One.
The Saint replied, replying to the second question first.
I was seldom near Wrixia – to this day I am only there when needed – so I didn’t know what she had done. I learned later what she had done.
This time Hex was certain he heard the Saint grin. Looking at the expression on His face, it wouldn’t appear so, but he couldn’t mistake His tone.
She stole the Millenia Tree Essence. Oh, the Old One shuddered and trembled but nothing it could do, bound by His own oat.
"What’s the Millenia Tree Essence?" The name confused Hex. He never heard of it.