Chapitre 341: The Will of Men, The Will of Gods - Part 2

"So what now? Will you overpower him?" Desebel asked. "That would be quite the drama, do you not think?"

"Would that I could," Ingolsol sighed, though he didn't look too disheartened. "My will grows in him. The fragment he bears of me has been given a voice. It talks to him. I can hear it whisper. Simple words, maddening words, but they have an effect. I suppose I better commend Francis for finally being useful, and granting the opportunity."

"He's probably going to die," Desebel pointed out. "Does that not ruin the game for you?"

"If he dies, he dies. I will still have my moment. As he is now, his death would let me reach that princess, if only for a moment. Ah, how startled she will be. I can't wait to see it," Ingolsol said, laughing heartily.

"You still love her," Desebel noted.

"Have I ever denied it?" Ingolsol asked.

"No." Desebel said, as she looked away, uncomfortable, searching for a change in topic.