Zahara Onyx

[What do you even intend to do? Help or not help?]

'I don't know.' Varian shrugged and his eyes slowly grew indifferent. 'The Duke seems like a good person. But I can't judge a guy who lived a few centuries in a few hours.'

[But the Lord of Barix wants to attack. He'll be spilling a lot of blood.]

'There doesn't have to be a good guy and a bad guy in a conflict. Both can be bad.' Varian chuckled and returned to his quarters.

[You're being indifferent to an impending massacre. Doesn't that prick your conscience?]

Varian tapped his mattress and jumped on it. Putting his hands behind his neck, he rested his head on his palms.

"Conscience? I guess not. It's a risky conflict involving a rank 5 and rank 4s. Even if I want to, I don't have the power to go against them. What's more…I don't want to. I just want to get the treasure and get out of here."

[You don't look like a hero at all.]

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