Cyrus lowered his head, feeling nothing but humiliation!
Unable to defeat the enemy on the battlefield, he needed to rely on the only Sacred Order of South Ceraph to defect to the enemy and secure a chance to live for himself. If it had been just him, Cyrus would have rather died, but his life was now bound to Jonathan's will and the future of Lady Southseraph. He couldn't die; his life belonged to the South Ceraph Reclamation Army and was no longer his own.
Vigo stared at Charles, equally tense. His heart was extremely complicated.
Vigo had never imagined that Charles, a seemingly insignificant figure not long ago, now had the loyalty of two Sacred Order members. Upon arriving at Asa Fortress, they had heard of Charles's reputation. To the Restoration Army of South Ceraph, Charles had become a big shot.
