Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

"The human world is just like that, filled with all sorts of regrets, isn't it."


"Life is nothing more than this, a drink and a peck, all ordained by fate. Even those who are said to have rebelled against fate have simply taken another path that fate has laid out for them... a path of rebellion." Faced with Lina's confusion, Durin sighed.


Durin did not believe in fate, but people always realize upon looking back inadvertently that the path they have walked is, after all, one predestined.


Fate is chosen by people, and all the Goddess of Fate does is watch over the fully automatic loom as it threads itself autonomously.


Whether it is rebellion or conformity, it's nothing but a proof that one is alive.


The so-called Goddess of Fate is nothing but a monster that will never lose.


The story of Durin Ailish, who carried out the orders of the God of Vengeance to avenge Zanan Kubon, spread throughout the Western Lands in just one day.


Chapter 113: The Universe as the Courtyard