"Hahaha!" Wittral laughed cheerfully at the reply, 'I have a clearer sight of what I want after losing my two eyes. Indeed, life is a bundle of irony.'
Suddenly, he no longer felt any burden, for the Cooter Clan's fate no longer rested on his shoulder. That was something his sibling had to worry about, not him. Even if he were to disappear now, the Cooter Clan wouldn't suffer.
As for the resources he had consumed until now? Nothing could be done about that. Anyway, the Cooter Clan had a robust financial muscle. They could easily recover from this loss without any issues.
He didn't feel guilty, since it was the Clan that had abandoned him, not the other way. Until now, no matter how much he was governed by despair, Wittral had given his all to cure himself. Even if it takes a century or two to recover, it was a short timeframe considering his long lifespan.
