He stopped briefly.
His eyes looked strangely tired.
"I don't want to anymore. Let my father rot in that citadel till death."
Lucian stared at him silently. Never in the world did he expect a gentle soul like Arceus would speak such words…
Is it Kiara's influence?
He wondered at first, but then, watching his friend's expression, at that moment, Lucian finally understood something.
Wester Silver had not merely hurt Arceus.
He had broken something inside him permanently.
The trust.
The attachment.
The desperate need for family approval.
All of it seemed gone now from Arceus' heart.
As a result, Lucian wisely stopped discussing the topic.
Instead, he deliberately shifted toward lighter conversations, talking about random matters happening inside the city and small gossip among the Noble Houses until the atmosphere gradually relaxed again.
After breakfast, Lucian eventually returned home.
