Within the mind-muddling haze surrounding the lone man inside the decorated room, playing with the golden hilt of his scabbard and the patient light in his eyes, he smiles at his lonesome state. Lord Quade Accrius had already finished three bottles as he waited. It was funny to think how he used to hide and conceal his depravity back when the Kron hadn't corrupted most of the world—hiding his inner self just to please his family and those worthless fools who were so bold and proud in front of him.
Now, he didn't have to hide anymore. The world was darker than it already was. What was the use of feigning goodness? Quade laughed lowly as he slowly swirled the wine in his cup. He leaned back, wondering about how long was Malyana apprasing her new goods.
