As for who would be blamed as the culprit, it didn't matter - remnants of the Duke of Bloodust's faction, a crazed organization pursuing power, or something else entirely... Regardless, Marlina had made preparations. Whether through fabrication or framing, she could use this opportunity to elevate Hydral's reputation even further.
This farce had come to such a perfect conclusion. Ansel didn't need to pay a great price to obtain everything he needed.
He remained that blazing, bright sun.
Marlina quietly gazed at Ansel's back, her dark eyes filled with deep affection and tenderness.
This should have been the duty of all Pact Heads, but now only she could fulfill it.
However, that didn't matter. For Marlina, there couldn't be better news in this world.
"The end..."
She suddenly heard Ansel murmur.
"But I just told Venna that this is only the beginning. Do you know why, Marlina?"
