Years later, in the face of the Holy Knights, Followers of Life would all remember the distant afternoon when An Su had offered his blood to the chaos, and his apology, laden with remorse—
"I'm sorry."
Blood trickled down An Su's cheeks, staining the young man's snow-white clothes red.
Despite being attacked and immensely weak, he still maintained the stance of a fighter, keeping his spine straight, fist raised in one hand, his dark blue eyes filled only with pride and bravery. He would never yield; he would never bow. The chilly wind stirred the chaotic gray and white candles, the flames slanting behind the youth like a flag, he declared nobly and honorably,
"I've already become a figure of chaos ♡"
[Delicious child, interesting, you are the first child who dares to speak to the Mother Goddess of Life like that.]
Damn it, how can you manage to keep a straight face with such a proud and handsome look and say such irresponsible tough talk!
