The gaze came from behind.
It truly felt like a thorn in his back.
Arthur, without revealing anything on his face, held Pendragon as if playing a game of lifting him high, while the corner of his eye caught Elron glaring at him in a veiled manner.
The look in his eyes brimmed with strands of hatred.
Clearly, the other party was far from as 'resigned' as he appeared to be.
Indeed!
How could someone like Elron simply resign himself to his fate?
If he had been resigned, he would never have laid out a plan to commit murder.
If he had been resigned, he would never have raised a hand against that innocent coachman.
The moment he acted, the last remnants of his conscience dissipated like smoke.
What remained?
It was named 'revenge,' but in truth, it was the thrill of dominating others' lives and deaths.
Of course, there was also a hint of pleasure in toying with others.
