Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 112

Sion gazed at the crimson army filling the valley.

Soldiers in black uniforms, flawless in formation, and dragons with wings spread wide like blazing fire.

An army whose very existence was an unfair advantage and a threat—loyal only to Sion.

Truthfully, such military strength wasn’t needed in the East. Yet Sion had poured his heart and soul into building his own force, because the helplessness and loneliness he’d felt while wandering alone in search of Ivy had cut him to the bone.

Thus, he’d completed a group that could serve as his hands and feet at any moment—and now, inevitably, he was using them.

But right now, Sion wished less to boast of their grandeur and more to hide it.

He feared what Ivy would think if she arrived and saw the army arrayed to capture her.

It wasn’t hard to picture Ivy’s face staring at him with disgust, as if she were utterly fed up or repulsed.

In fact, Ivy had gone to great lengths to avoid him—calling for multiple carriages and even asking Duke Bayen to meet her.

But Sion intended to utterly nullify her efforts, and this behavior, as the Duke had said, was no different from a band of thieves targeting a noblewoman.

Thus, Sion expected Ivy to hate him even more.

He feared that—but still couldn’t back down.

Because his resentment was just as strong as his desire not to be hated.

Sion, the well-bred young master, clearly understood in his mind what constituted mature conduct and wise response.

If he wished, even now, he could act more flexibly, more maturely, more gently—just like that man.

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