Chapter 222: The Knight Reflects on Defeat (1)
A man stood on a raised platform.
He had the kind of face one could see anywhere—plain, unremarkable.
And yet, there was something about him that made it impossible to look away.
It wasn’t because both of his arms were missing.
It wasn’t because his face was covered in countless burn scars.
It was because of the sheer intensity of the spectral energy gleaming in his eyes.
With those ghostly eyes burning with fury, the man spoke, enunciating each word with precision.
“—I was once a husband, a father of two, and an ordinary accountant running a family business.”
“—And I was also a failure of a man who could not protect his home, a failure of a husband who could not protect his wife, and a foolish father who could not protect his children.”
“—I was a fool who believed in the kindness of the world. A wretched sinner!”
His words were not eloquent.
His voice was rough, unpolished. His speech pattern was awkward, lacking the natural cadence of a skilled orator.