Chapitre 490: A Bet Against Fate

His soul throbbed as Julius' accusatory tone crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave... because the boy was correct. 

What was he doing with the person he had hated for many years? Even after his death, Gaston's shadow loomed over him for months before he drew a new page. Yet, here he was, standing in the same room after he had revived him with his own two hands.

'Did I make the right choice?'

A surge of doubts jolted his frame as he bit his lips.

He genuinely didn't know.

The world exhibited so many vibrant colors, but ironically, they divided people between black and white. What if Gaston truly believed in this stupid deck and his desire to make this alliance work was genuine? He couldn't discard him because of mere doubts. Gaston had one chance to prove himself, and he hoped with every fiber of his soul he would embrace it.

He massaged his temples, enduring Julius' furious gaze, and exhaling powerfully.