Chapter 1170
The Saint Sanctuary.
Davey silently approached a tall man swinging his spear and held out a flask.
“Oh! That’s the good stuff, real good.” The man, dripping with sweat, took the flask with a satisfied smile. “So, there must be a reason you came to see me after so long, right?”
“Yes. Well, I was just curious.”
When Davey pulled out a cup and offered it, the man poured him a drink. “Alright, shoot. What are you curious about?”
“The Butterfly Empress Chandra, the one you killed.”
The man flinched at his words.
“Damn it,” he muttered in annoyance. “Davey, most people would call that sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. I killed her, as well as that damn crow mask or whatever it was.
“Honestly, that would’ve been the easiest route this time as well. However, I didn’t want to be left with the same bitter aftertaste.”
At that, he looked at Davey for a moment. “Davey, a leader can’t afford to live with regrets over their actions. The moment their own resolve wavers, so does that of the people.”
“But you seem pretty regretful about it yourself.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t bother trying to hide it. “What happened to her will always leave a bitter taste for the rest of my life.”