Chapter 573: Fate’s Reproach
Gathrin chuckled, a low rumble emanating from deep within his chest. "When is Fate not? You would think a goddess had better things to do than pester Arantius, but here we are. I suppose you’d like to see her?"
I blinked, somewhat taken aback by the sudden shift in his speech. Just seconds ago, he’d been practically spouting poetry, but now he actually dared to refer to Fate so casually?
"Y-yes, please," I said, offering another small curtsey.
"So polite," he said with a smile. "But please, there is no need to lower yourself before me. In my past life, I could do nothing but accept the worship of the masses. Now, I am but a memory, a remnant of the hero who once was. It would be nice if you treated me no differently than your friend."
A-a friend?" My eyes widened, and I took a step back.
"Yes, I think I’d rather like that. Is something the matter?"
I took a deep breath, shaking my head. "No, it’s just...a friend...?"
"Ah, that’s right. Forgive me," Gathrin said, "I forgot you come from rather... eccentric circumstances. Perhaps we could start as acquaintances?"
"Please. And... sorry."
He waved his hand. "Nothing to be concerned about. Now, would you like me to show you the way?"
"I can manage," I said, peering over his shoulder into the city. "It’s not far."