For a few seconds, Serena's figure in Lucius's eyes seemed to grow and stand there, larger and more stable than any mountain he could imagine. For a few seconds, a warm feeling seemed to grow in Lucius's heart.
'Is this what it feels like to have a backer? It's… it's not so bad…'
But Lucius's pleasant thoughts only lasted for a while before he felt a pain in his conscience. 'She places so much trust in me, but what about me? All I do is lie and manipulate those around me…'
Thinking about his true identity, Lucius wanted to grimace. In this life, he was a terrorist and the leader of the group at that. No matter how they tried to whitewash it, they had done some truly abominable acts that didn't befit the title of hero.
For the first time since Lucius came to this world, he was feeling… guilt?
