As expected.
Faced with Salvatore's question, Annan didn't hesitate to reply,
"Of course, to continue fighting."
His initial reason for coming to Roth Fort was to kill Viscount Alvin Barber.
First, he sent mercenaries to plunder Frostwater Harbor and then planned to assassinate Annan and Salvatore. Even by common sense, Annan knew this enmity wouldn't just go away with a flip of a page.
He bore no hatred, nor any feelings of animosity or intense anger towards Viscount Barber.
But, if contrary to that, when Annan considered "whether or not to kill Viscount Barber," he could clearly feel an exhilaration at the bottom of his heart.
——Then, I must hate this person.
"Alvin Barber..."
Annan muttered the name, his tone drifting and uncertain.
There was no particular expression on his face. He didn't say any harsh, useless, or dutiful phrases like "You've angered me," or "You actually hurt my people."
In his eyes, there was only pure joy and elation.
