"Am I right, Serey?"
Olivia waved the dagger before Serey, "Does it remind you of something? Those blood relatives you killed? Their terrified faces before they died?
Honestly, Serey, will you dream of them in the days to come? Or, will you dream that you were one of those engulfed in flames?"
The atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, Olivia brazenly vented her resentment, pressuring Serey, whose breathing grew heavier. Just as he was about to collapse under the strain, his gaze suddenly steadied.
"No, I have never dreamed of such things."
Serey shook his head, his tone resolute, "Nor do I ever regret doing those things."
He lifted his head, a faint light flowing in his crimson eyes, "Moreover, I don't consider myself a betrayer; on the contrary, I believe I am a hero, a hero cutting off Eternal Night."
"The Eternal Night Empire should not exist, nor should this forbidden bloodline continue."
