Just a bit! Just a bit!
He desperately took deep breaths while suppressing his fighting spirit.
Though his desire to destroy all in front of him remained, taking several deep breaths allowed him to regain some of his senses.
He barely managed to blurt out a single word. Though it was the aggressive voice of a fierce beast, it was an attempt to show the Dark Lord his willingness to exchange conversation.
“Because you were my idol.”
This unpredictable conversation made Seon-Hyeok deeply confused. In a situation where they should feel mutual hostility, the Dark Lord continued to show favor to him.
“Even on the other end of the continent, I was able to hear about the eastern foreigner capable of flying through the skies. I was envious of your freedom to roam about the heavens as if it were all yours.”
To be honest, Seon-Hyeok had never actually flown freely through the skies. He was always burdened with missions and responsibilities, and his flights were no more than a means of exterminating the enemy.
But there was no need forSeon-Hyeokto tell the Dark Lord this. He believed it would be better to leave his opponent deep in his own reminiscing.
And anyways, he was too busy suppressing the draconian instincts to do much more.
“You may not believe it, but I was always happy to hear about your rumors, as though they were my own successes.”
The Dark Lord almost treated him like a friend.
“That was the only joy I felt, allowing me to endure that hell of a time.”
Seon-Hyeok could not understand. His enemy perhaps did not expect him to, as he declined to explain his feelings in detail.
“But by the way.”
The friendly tone remained, but Seon-Hyeok somehow found this plain voice unsettling.
“The more successful you were, the shittier I felt about my own situation.”
Seon-Hyeok’s golden scales stood on end, and his suppressed fighting spirit boiled up at the ominous feeling.
“People who have proven their worth will be successful and rise in status without consideration of their origin? That’s wishful thinking that only applies in the east - nobody thinks like that out here. Around here, in this dog-eat-dog world, all non-nobles are expendable, only worthy of being used and thrown away.”
He let out a low growl without realizing it, but the Dark Lord continued his monologue without caring about Seon-Hyeok’s reaction.
“My comrades died for meaningless reasons. Would you believe it if I told you some died because the nobles didn’t like black hair?”
However, in spite of his fighting spirit, Seon-Hyeok found himself conflicted by the Dark Lord’s lamenting words.
“Awakening? How nice. How would anyone ever experience their awakening when they’re solely being worked in the mines day after day? Awakening. Classes. Those were little more than dreams.”
Nonetheless, this man had somehow progressed quicker than anyone
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