This time, Lindong did not immediately refute.
Having her inner thoughts revealed, she reflexively sneaked a glance at Ethan.
She suddenly had an illusion.
Behemoth seemed to be a mirror. Of course, she could continue to be stubborn, sarcasm and rebuttal were her strengths, but this mirror reflected her soul.
When the events of the Empire's capital settled, she could retire in glory.
After resolving old grievances, there was nothing left in the Empire worth her attachment.
As long as Ethan was willing, she was happy to find a place where no one knew them and settle down for a stable life.
Yet...
Everything was peaceful, and prosperity was on the rise.
The people of the Empire chanted Old Sen's name, and friends from the distant Western Continent sent them calls for help.
Ethan was truly busy, even the Old Gods seemed to be waiting to meet him.
Lindong couldn't be sure if this was fate's arrangement.
