Meanwhile, in a certain part of the prison.
Zeruo stood alone in the pitch-dark cell, the torch unlit, facing the person inside the cell.
The cell was eerily quiet; he was the only one talking to himself, "A few days ago, the Believers brought back a message from the mainland, saying the Paladin had returned."
For a thousand years, that name had haunted him like a nightmare.
Even though he had witnessed the Paladin and his fleet being torn to shreds by sea monsters, seen the ocean dyed red with blood, deep down he still felt that the hero of the kingdom would one day return to this lost kingdom.
He had heard that some remnants still existed in remote areas.
No matter how cruel the methods he adopted, he could never completely silence those voices.
"I have executed those who spread rumors...this must be your doing again, isn't it?"
The person in the cell did not respond to him.
