bookpub Chapter 491 Answer - I
Chapter 491 Answer - I
Unbeknownst to him, dusk had already arrived.
The young Hydral sat in the garden, quietly gazing at the setting sun.
As time slipped away, the scene he had rehearsed countless times in his mind was about to unfold.
What actions to take, what expressions to show, what words to say... these had been repeated in Ansel's mind for years.
Yet, everything was disrupted by a presumptuous guy.
He stroked the gray-black bracelet on his wrist, which looked like an ordinary ornament, and after a long silence, he whispered:
"Grant me the power to defeat the Empress... Is this the confidence of a hero?"
"Even Seraphina isn't as confident as you, Ravenna."
"You've said so much to yourself."
The young man raised his hand, holding the bracelet towards the sun. The dim red sunlight shone on the bracelet but failed to reflect any brilliance.
He murmured softly, "You are truly arro—"Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"...Arrogant?"
Ansel's lips curled as he stared at the bracelet. "Not arrogance, but foolishness."
"Just like me."
From the words in the diary and the remaining footage, how could Ansel not see that Ravenna had no certainty of success?
Ravenna was merely doing what she believed she had to do, regardless of success. From the beginning, she never considered whether she would succeed.
She wanted Ansel to give up — even if it required the power to oppose the Empress, equivalent to the sixth stage, she acted without hesitation, unafraid of the consequences.
Just like himself, a small pawn under the gaze of fate, willing to destroy it at all costs.
The same stubbornness, the same... foolishness.
But the difference was, Ansel had no choice. The inevitable end and the unrelenting blood feud left him with no path but to defy fate.
"..."
Ansel's lips twitched.
Experience tales with empire
Fate... fate, you truly do not miss any opportunity.
Even a pawn like Leiden, you are unwilling to let go, wanting to use him to the fullest?
What do you want him to do? Use his concern for Ravenna to further break my will? Use the presence of a father to make me even more hesitant?
Thinking this, Ansel raised his hand, but it halted mid-air.
"...Let him in."
The malice and scheming of fate... it doesn't matter.
He must do something for his friend.
Soon, Leiden Ziegler, the inept son of Eileen Ziegler, and the father Ravenna Ziegler once despised, stood nervously behind Ansel.
"Lord... Ansel, I apologize for the intrusion."
"Hmm."
Ansel did not look at him, merely holding his wine glass towards the dwindling sunset, as if to capture the twilight within the drink.
Leiden, after bowing his head for several seconds, nervously and fearfully raised his head, as if mustering all his courage, and asked:
"May I, may I trouble you to tell me about Ravenna's... current situation?"
Ansel turned his head to glance at him. The humble man immediately wanted to lower his head, but halfway down, he forced himself to look up and meet Ansel's gaze, his eyes full of pleading.
"Please... forgive my impertinence, but I want to know... I want to know what has happened to her."
"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Ansel swirled the wine nonchalantly. "Worry is never baseless. In your eyes, is her situation dire?"
"Because someone told me that Ravenna seems... seems to be planning to defect from the Tower of Babel."
Ansel's hand paused slightly in its motion of swirling the wine. He raised an eyebrow: "Such words should not be spoken lightly. Ravenna is willing to sacrifice everything for the Tower of Babel. Are you sure this information is reliable?"