The chill on Annán's body gradually dissipated, his skin returning to its original color.
What remained was the courtyard, frozen in the rain, and the still burning Viscount's mansion.
Watching Annán standing motionless, staring intently at Gerald's corpse with an expressionless face, only the flickering of flames reflected… Salvatore couldn't help but pat his shoulder.
"Are you alright, Tan Juan?"
Seeing Annán like this, Salvatore began to feel a bit regretful.
Though Tan Juan Geraint had immense talent, he was after all just a child. And just as Bishop Daryl had said, this was not his hatred…
Perhaps, it should have been Salvatore who acted.
"...Hmm?"
Annán lifted his head, looking somewhat bewildered at Salvatore.
Then he quickly came to his senses.
…Ah, forgot to change expressions.
Thinking too hard made the CPU usage too high, and the application called "Overlay Acting" might have stopped responding without knowing...
