Chapter 194: Some things never should be spoken out loud
Sylvara didn’t respond right away. She simply looked at Robert, whose face was flushed with fury, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The other clan members shifted uncomfortably, some glancing away, while others seemingly agreed with him.
Robert sneered. "Heh. Why are you even standing here still? He didn’t take you with him? You should have maybe opened your legs wider for him! If you had done that, he wouldn’t have left you here. Or who knows, ploughing into you was probably like ploughing into a corpse, and he threw you away in disgust."
Robert’s voice rang through the field, raw with rage and humiliation. His pride had been shattered, his body restrained by someone who should have been on his side as his woman, and now even Sylvara’s soft-spoken apology grated against his wounded ego.
"That’s enough! Shut the hell up! Just shut up! How dare you speak about her like that when she was the one who helped you even get your damn A rank class?" Nevin could not remain silent any longer. Robert was running his mouth as he pleased, and no one else was doing anything to stop him.
"Nevin..." Sylvara sighed, brushing her hair behind her ear as if this were just another passing storm. She didn’t look angry. Just exhausted.
"You don’t know anything, Sylvara. These people did not come here to help you. Everyone here accused you of hoarding something for yourself and not sharing with the rest of the guild. Not one of them was grateful for all of your sleepless efforts and the amount of time you have spent on them. They all only care about the hidden dungeon they came here to run. News flash! There is no fucking dungeon!" Nevin shouted, completely losing it.
Sylvara closed her eyes for a moment, letting the cold wind wash over her face. She would be lying if she said that this did not hurt, but then again, she had always been an outsider from the beginning. She let out a sigh and then opened her eyes again, only clarity remaining in them.
"You’re right, Nevin," she said, voice quiet but cutting. "And maybe I was a fool for thinking that loyalty could be earned by sacrifice. That if I just worked harder, if I just gave more... someday, you’d all understand."
Her gaze swept across the group, lingering on the faces of people she’d fought beside, bled for, and believed in. And yet now... none of them would meet her eyes.