Chapter 73: Since he fell asleep (1)
‘...It’s over.’
He felt no sense of relief—no joy at surviving, no thrill of victory.
It was merely the feeling of finally completing a difficult, necessary task he’d been forced to undertake.
For someone who had defeated a legendary monster, his reaction felt hollow, but he couldn’t help it.
“I lost...”
Had he defeated the monster with his own hands, perhaps he would have felt some satisfaction. But in the end, he had relied on someone else’s strength. He had given it his all, yet he lost—thoroughly, without a single excuse.
The taste lingering in his mouth wasn’t refreshing; it was as bitter as chewing a mouthful of herbs.
...However.
“Heh, as long as the kids are safe, that’s enough.”
He didn’t feel any sense of helplessness or self-loathing.
His students, his kids, had survived. That one fact was his only source of pride.
—For Pendragon! For Lionel...!