Unbeknownst to him, dusk had already arrived.
The young Hydral sat in the garden, quietly gazing at the setting sun.
As time slipped away, the scene he had rehearsed countless times in his mind was about to unfold.
What actions to take, what expressions to show, what words to say... these had been repeated in Ansel's mind for years.
Yet, everything was disrupted by a presumptuous guy.
He stroked the gray-black bracelet on his wrist, which looked like an ordinary ornament, and after a long silence, he whispered:
"Grant me the power to defeat the Empress... Is this the confidence of a hero?"
"Even Seraphina isn't as confident as you, Ravenna."
"You've said so much to yourself."
The young man raised his hand, holding the bracelet towards the sun. The dim red sunlight shone on the bracelet but failed to reflect any brilliance.
He murmured softly, "You are truly arro—"
"…Arrogant?"
