Chapter 331: Not Today
The one who watched just how strong a person could become was the White-Robed Scholar.
Of course, the subject must have been Cheonak. The one who watched just how mad a person could become was also the White-Robed Scholar.
And of course, the subject then was the me of my previous life. When I saw the suddenly appearing White-Robed Scholar, I thought this: that bastard is not the kind of person who would just let Cheonak or me die. Because if his subject of study disappears, he’ll have no way to resolve his curiosity.
He came to save me with a pure heart? Not yet.
That bastard possesses a terrifying obsession with what he does not know.
He waits until he understands, analyzes, studies, and constantly watches—in that way, he fits the essence of “scholar” more than anyone else.
And for the sake of doing that scholar’s work, he is someone who can throw away the mercy, courtesy, and humanity a person should fundamentally have, even going as far as to kill his own master.
On top of that, the bastard, who’s supposed to be an administrator of a faction, even committed the disgrace of crawling into the Martial Alliance. He must have been unable to resist his curiosity about Im Sobaek’s martial arts.
That’s why he’s a man who can’t stand the sight of me dying. Because he hasn’t yet grasped the True Art of Zaha and me.
If anything, I probably know that bastard’s nature better than he does himself. He couldn’t leave me to die, so he came—but that unpleasant sentiment was spat out in that white spit and disappeared.
To be exact, the White-Robed Scholar is observing me, and I am standing atop the head of the observer.
Meanwhile, the Grand Duke, who had also been carefully watching the White-Robed Scholar like me but in a different way, opened his mouth.