Chapitre 482: Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 247. Guilt
Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 247. Guilt
Rose reached out with a simple yet heartfelt gesture. She presented him with a glass of wine, her demeanor a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "Wine, Your Majesty?" she offered, a faint but genuine smile gracing her lips. There was an air of understanding in her gaze, a subtle acknowledgment of the turmoil that resided within him.
Angel accepted the glass, his fingers curling around its delicate stem. Their eyes were drawn to the vast expanse of the sky, the stars shimmering like ancient diamonds, and the city, now slumbering peacefully.
Amidst the serene backdrop, Rose spoke again, "You look unhappy," she observed, her gaze shifting to Angel. Her smile, though faint, held a unique power, capable of bringing solace even in the darkest moments. Over time, she had grown to understand Angel in ways that transcended mere words.
Angel hesitated before responding, his usually impassive expression revealing a rare vulnerability. His eyes, usually distant and cold, seemed to search the far reaches of the night, perhaps even beyond the boundaries of this kingdom, to a place filled with unsettling thoughts. "I feel... guilty," he confessed, the words escaping his lips almost involuntarily. He was taken aback by the admission, his own voice sounding strange to his ears.
"Guilty because he is your family?" Rose ventured, her voice laced with gentle understanding. She had always been attuned to Angel's emotions, a silent anchor in his tumultuous journey through life.
Angel turned his gaze towards Rose, his expression etched with a bittersweet smile that concealed a profound sadness. "Guilty because this should never have to come," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of a ruler burdened by responsibility. "It's all born of misunderstanding, stubborn beliefs, and an unwillingness to accept the truth. And now, I find myself compelled to end his life."
Rose listened with a heavy heart, her empathetic nature absorbing the pain that permeated Angel's every word. She, too, gazed out upon the slumbering city below, a sea of silent dreams and hopes beneath the celestial canvas. "I can understand that," she offered softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. It was a complex web of emotions they navigated, one where guilt and remorse intertwined with the indelible stain of Ilex's sins.
In the stillness of the night, Angel's gaze rose to the vast canvas of the clear heavens above. Stars, like shimmering memories, adorned the dark expanse, their twinkling brilliance a testament to the passage of time. These same stars had once been his cousins in clandestine nocturnal adventures, shared with Ilex and Ophelia in the days of their youthful innocence.
As he observed those celestial beacons, Angel's thoughts inevitably turned to the bygone years when they had been nothing more than children, their hearts aflame with dreams of knighthood and heroism. Together, they had ventured into the realm of imagination, envisioning the gallant feats they would one day accomplish as noble knights, safeguarding their kingdom from all manner of peril. Theirs had been a time of lofty aspirations and boundless camaraderie.
"I wonder," Angel mused, his voice but a whisper in the tranquil night, "if the dark crystal had never come into my possession... Would our relationship last long, untainted by the shadow of power? Or would we still be on a collision course, locked in a bitter struggle for the throne?"
He contemplated the whims of fate that had led them down such divergent paths. Angel had faced an irrevocable transformation when the dark crystal chose him, imbuing him with powers beyond mortal ken. Yet, the question persisted: would their destinies have diverged so dramatically if not for this unbidden gift?
Angel's thoughts delved deeper, and he recognized that even if he had the capacity to forgive Ilex for the trespasses of the past, the same forgiveness might never be extended by his kingdom, Euphorion. The passage of time had brought understanding, but it had also borne witness to the multitude of lives lost due to Ilex's clandestine machinations. The weight of responsibility pressed upon Angel's shoulders as he acknowledged that Ilex had been the mastermind behind it all. It was Ilex who had sown the seeds of malevolence, whose cunning plots had led to unimaginable tragedy.
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