In the depths of the Mansion of the City Lord.
An old man who had lost both legs, with sunken eyes, seated in a wheelchair, heard the man's shout and sighed deeply.
Had someone broken in?
He had long felt that such a day would come.
Since losing his wife, he had been clinging to life, immersed in the sorrow of the past, his observation of the surroundings reduced to the minimum.
For over two hundred years, despite being so close, he never noticed the changes in that child.
Now that he thought about it, when did that child he'd watched grow up from a young age begin to change so drastically?
Was it from the day he returned from the Southern Sea Region two hundred years ago?
After that day, the youth who was full of vigor turned into a person who was outwardly gentle but inwardly bleak.
Yet it was only more than two years ago that he realized the numerous heinous sins the boy had committed.
By then, it was already completely too late.
The old man sighed long, "I, am guilty."
