With firm resolve, Westheid began his performance.
"The Chaos Tide struck the Qinghui Territory and shattered my dreams of greatness. That day, I abandoned everything—my land, my people, my honor... I fled to the Imperial Capital with nothing, a pathetic disgrace."
Westheid, completely immersed in the story he was weaving, wrapped his arms around himself and sighed mournfully.
"Even now, looking back on it is a nightmare. The terror and despair of it all wake me countless times in the middle of the night, robbing me of sleep."
In truth, it wasn't quite that bad. While Duke Qinghui was genuinely disheartened, his suffering wasn't nearly so severe.
Westheid was using hyperbole, and the effect was outstanding.
Reiya quickly comforted him. "That's all in the past. There's no nightmare you can't break free from, West."
She was certainly qualified to say so; the White-haired Dragon Lady herself had fought her way out of an endless nightmare.
