Chapter 447: Enemy of The World
'"Many people had the same idea—that Mystics may coexist with other races in peace, and even help each other."'
At this moment, the conversation Thales had a long time ago came to his mind.
...That was in Dragon Clouds City six years ago. Giza had just disappeared thanks to the Blade of Purification. As ash filled the sky, when Thales vowed to find a new future for the Mystics, Asda, as elegant as a scholar, casually said these words, and Thales had no idea whether he said it intentionally or not.
'"Mystics, humans, even the elves... With numerous attempts and great effort, all have failed."'
The words from that pleasant voice were clear in his ears, but the cruel truth before him shook his conviction.
They all failed.
Thales might be staring at Zakriel with a stern gaze, but he was thinking of another person.
'Asda, just how many things did you hide from me? Eighteen years ago... what on earth did you and Giza do?'
"His Majesty… form