Amidst the splashing of the water, Garen's voice reached the other person's ears clearly.
"True… identity…" Chinande repeated once.
He was quiet for a long time, and then he crouched down again, actually deciding to ignore Garen.
"If you want to see it, come see for yourself." Finally, he pointed at his own forehead, closing his eyes slowly. He continued to hold the fishing rod, and just like that, he sat down once more. As quiet as a statue.
Garen frowned.
This was not how Chinande's original records were like. In the past, he was never like this, but it seemed that after that war with the Finite people, he had changed into the strange person he was now.
Garen had always wondered how Chinande ended up becoming the White King's Royal Star. That had all been a myth.
Until now, he only had one motive for coming here, and that was revenge.
