“Do not join in Perkop’s misdeeds. You are not that kind of person.”

“That kind of person?”

“Where did your sense of justice go? Where is your righteousness?”

Osar silently stared at me.

“Even if you made mistakes, your unwavering principle to save everyone has never wavered. But now… Why do you see Idric as a villain who will ruin everything in your eyes?”

When Perkop’s misdeeds were revealed in the novel, Osar undoubtedly sided with others. Now, what caused the opposite result?

Osar’s smooth smirk rose.

“It’s amusing. Why do you speak as if you know me so well?”

“…Right, I don’t know. But Zayka will surely think the same.”

At the mention of Zayka’s name, his face turned cold.

“Using her name won’t work. I know she has already abandoned me.”

Abandoned?

Last time I met her, Zayka had lingering feelings for Osar. She embraced me, crying, wishing he had a reason to convince himself.

Did something happen between them?

At that moment, the image of her lying unconscious in the underground room came to mind.

No way… Did Osar really kidnap Zayka? Did he become so corrupt, and did Zayka completely abandon him because of that?

My head spun. It was challenging to gauge the unpredictable relationship between the two, which would never come up in the novel.

But if my speculation were true, there would be no way to persuade Osar.

“If your love for her was even a bit sincere, never appear in front of me again,” his voice resonated with resignation, almost drowned in sadness.

At that moment, an incongruous voice, like rolling marbles, echoed.

“Do you really believe I did that?”

Osar’s pupils widened significantly. Unable to turn away, he followed the faint voice dispersing into the air.

“Osar.”

Osar’s face slowly turned.

In the battlefield-inappropriate, sky-blue dress, Zayka stood fragilely, almost as if she would collapse at any moment, glaring at Osar.

“Am I hallucinating? Zayka, why are you here…”

“Osar, your father confined me to that mansion.”

Zayka pointed at the Serbian mansion. Osar’s face turned shockingly pale.

“Fa-Father?”

“Yes, how could you think I said such a thing?”

“That statement…”

“I regret meeting you. I want to tear off my head that remembers you and gouge out the eyes that once looked at you.”

Zayka’s voice was choked with tears.

“If your feelings towards me were sincere, never appear in front of me again. The moment you break that promise, you’ll see my eyes being plucked out, and my head falling to the ground. All forced by Perkop Serbian.”
So, Perkop confined Zayka.

To the end, to use his son…

He was truly heartless and merciless.

“Then… You didn’t abandon me?”

Osar cautiously walked towards her. However, as much as he approached, Zayka stepped back. Osar couldn’t get closer.

Oh… This shouldn’t be interesting right now.

Witnessing the highlights of the male and female protagonists with my own eyes.

Not only me, but the surrounding soldiers hesitated to attack and just stared at them, their eyes wide open.

“Yes. I was foolish and bad, so I couldn’t finish you. But… I don’t know. You killed my parents and my friends.”

Zayka’s gaze stopped at the tip of his sword.

“As Cecilia said, the Osar I know wasn’t this kind of person.”

At that moment, Osar’s hand, holding the knife, trembled.

Then he hesitated and let go of his hand. The sound of the blade hitting the ground was clear.

“No, Zayka. Trust me again. Just one chance…”

While saying that, Osar couldn’t get closer. Zayka seemed afraid that he would approach her, just as she did a little while ago.

“I don’t want war or the throne. From the beginning, all I wanted was you.”

“Then why did you do this until now…”

“I was afraid you would leave me if you knew what my father did. So, I thoroughly concealed it after gaining all the power…”

“You tried to hide until the end.”

Osar jumped in surprise.

“Oh, no, I was actually going to tell you. Someday, when I was ready…”

Now that I see it, is Osar being held tightly by Zayka? Where is the fierce successor of the snake clan that fought so bravely?

Osar bit his lips so hard that they turned pale. Then, he forcefully stepped on the fallen knife.

With a crunch, the knife split into two. The weapon that, until a little while ago, thirsted for the lives of living creatures had become a meaningless piece of iron.

“As long as I have you, nothing else matters to me. Please, Zayka. Give me one chance. I’ll apologize for a lifetime and live begging for forgiveness from innocent people.”

Tears fell. Blood seeped into the water, spreading over the blood-stained clothes.

Zayka lowered her head. Her face was covered by her long hair.

“I don’t know. Whether I can forgive you. Whether I can forgive you…”

Osar slowly reached out to Zayka. His fingertips that couldn’t quite touch were desperate at that moment.

“Splash.”

Blood splattered from Zayka’s mouth. Red blood spread over her white dress. An arrow pierced her side.

“Zayka!”

Osar cradled her collapsing figure. After that, the upright Perkop appeared. He lowered the bow he had aimed.