Meanwhile, Xander Cross remained silent. His expression shifted repeatedly while staring between Wester, the corpses, and Kiara.
Attempted assassination alone was already a serious crime.
But colluding with the Church of Doom…
That accusation carried a far darker meaning.
For nobles, imprisonment was almost merciful compared to the punishment usually attached to such crimes.
"Death may actually be kinder," Xander thought grimly.
Then suddenly, he remembered Arceus. Turning instinctively, he glanced toward the young man.
Arceus stood motionless.
Too motionless.
His pale fingers trembled faintly beside his robes while his eyes remained fixed somewhere distant, almost empty, as though his thoughts were trapped inside a storm no one else could see.
It became impossible to understand what exactly he was feeling.
Shock?
Pain?
Disappointment?
Or simply exhaustion?
Fortunately…
Or perhaps unfortunately…
Kiara already had different plans.
