"And your brother, Roarke, would find Oathran's remains with mine, and forge it into a weapon, to avenge whatever tragedy happened after your death."
Cecilia said.
But how could—
"What are you saying?!" Arkai snapped in anger. "That—!"
No matter how much he denied that possibility, the look in his wife's eyes told him that was what she genuinely believed.
"Because you are that great of a man, Arkai," Cecilia said.
The despair in Arkai's eyes deepened, even more than before.
Cecilia started to shed a tear. "You are Arkai Dawnoro."
His death was enough to birth a Heretic and rouse the anger of the Dragons who found out what the weapon of the greatest assassin ever lived was made from.
Cecilia continued, "And it's exactly because you would've died such a hero, on top of that volcano."
Arkai regretted it.
He knew he had promised to face Cecilia head on, but this pain… this pain of the truth was too unbearable.
