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 nun gave me a choice—become Lord Durin's true bride, bear his child, let a child of his blood become the Forest Master, and let him rule this vast land, mercilessly governing all creatures with a single voice.


Only by doing so can greedy Forest Masters be driven out of the Foresty Land, allowing all species to listen to just one voice.


Honestly, Yala didn't know if it was the correct thing to do, because she was just a girl who had come of age, naively wanting to become legendary, to help everyone. Yet, over the past few days, she had realized becoming legendary didn't necessarily mean she could help everyone.


The young people in those large groups were still suffering hardships and torment.


Chapter 44: Think It Over