"Victor...huh,"
Annan murmured.
Through the nightmare constructed by Denton and the traps set for himself, Annan could feel that Denton was entangled with the notion of "victory and defeat" throughout his life.
"...How utterly tedious,"
Annan muttered quietly.
Denton's heart was filled with an almost pathological obsession with "victory."
He harbored a baffling sense of inferiority—he might have longed for others' recognition but never received it, or perhaps he had experienced plunging into the abyss after giving his all.
From the fragments of his own fears, one could see that Denton's greatest fear was suddenly losing his power.
This was enough to prove that Denton was fully aware of his own actions.
Yet knowing this, he still dared to undertake such a risky mission.
—To usurp a kingdom for the sake of a deity.
He did not crave immortality; he shouldn't have believed in the Rotten.
"Or perhaps...his goal wasn't to help the Rotten, but to control the royal family,"
