According to Louis's observation, Sylus had indeed gone seeking death, but on the way, he suddenly came to a realization.
Ah, his body was his true capital for the future. So it turned out that the bright moonlight in his heart had never been more important than himself—he was the one who mattered most.
Sylus always lamented about his grand love and how he was willing to do anything to meet his beloved, but he wasn't the type to sacrifice for anyone. Very few people were.
He did whatever he pleased. Athena wanted to restrain Sylus but never gave him what he wanted; perhaps that was the very reason why, in the end, the Aurellan family still fell into Sylus's hands.
Louis's eyes flickered, and suddenly he stepped on a dry branch beneath his foot.
"Who's there?!"
Sylus's voice turned cold as he quickly strode forward. The thought that someone might have overheard his confession plummeted his mood to the lowest depths!
