Sylvanus had asked Artemia to give them some privacy.
Due to the nature of her artifact, she couldn't be too far away, but she was understanding enough to step far enough away for a sound barrier to be enacted.
With some privacy around them, Sylvanus asked the question he couldn't ask last time.
"Are you that man's successor?"
He didn't waste a single moment. It had been gnawing at him for far too long. Now that he had an opportunity to ask this question, he refused to let it go.
"Tell me honestly. If you are not, then fine. I will let you go without another word. But if you are truly related to that man in any way, then please, please tell me."
The tone of his voice was filled with desperation.
Was the whole tower filled with this kind of desperation?
Atlas saw it in the eyes of so many people, and in this life, he oddly found it hard to reject such people.
The emotion of desperation…
