Chapter 142: Violence (P3)

Kneeling before the man that ought to be kneeling before me, the man I sought to dethrone and toss aside, much in a similar manner I did with Matthias, I find that I've never been so defeated.

Not even while facing the Cult.

The Cult I could always escape from, I could always turn tail, take a blow to my pride and live to fight another day but…with him, with Serue.

I find this may be the end of the line for this wild adventure into this uncomfortable, medieval world of magic, gods, spirits, elves and creatures of all the kinds.

I don't welcome the thought of my pending demise; not like I did the last time. No, this time I have something to live for, I have a life worth saving, people worth seeing again and things left unfinished.

Just like him. If I were to go right now, Serue would be at the top of my list in unfinished business.