"Or should I feel sad that my fiancée and my father deceived me for months, keeping such a secret that involved my own life from me..."
The room once again fell silent.
No one interrupted him.
No one moved.
Only the evening breeze drifting through the slightly opened window gently stirred the curtains… as Wester Silver prepared to speak about the regrets he had carried ever since the day everything had fallen apart.
The silence inside the sitting room became almost suffocating.
Wester Silver remained kneeling upon the polished wooden floor, his helmet lying beside him like the shell of a man who no longer wished to hide. Kiara stood quietly beside him. She neither looked at Arceus nor attempted to interrupt. Even Scarlett, who had no connection to House Silver, instinctively remained silent.
This… was no longer a matter in which an outsider should interfere.
Wester slowly inhaled.
"I do not know where I should begin."
Arceus looked at him quietly.
