Bab 513: Delightful Misfortune

Kieran had been intrigued by the Sacred Inheritor's claim, but when he learned the truth of what she meant… he felt indignation rise in large clumps. Bitter vitriol rose to the tip of his tongue, and hatred festered like a rotting wound, destroying part of his impression of her.

During her respite, the Sacred Inheritor had ventured deeper into the idyllic land while following the creatures that kept her company. She had happened upon fruits she had yet to consume — fruits akin to berries with an astringent taste.

At least the acetic taste she described quenched some of his repulsion. However, Kieran was still embittered by the entire situation.

'Oh sure, she gets some sour fruit to eat. But I must endure having my soul and body burned and forged by a deluge of resentments. We are not the same…'

Kieran released his exasperation through a deep sigh before turning to the current conversation.

"…So, what were you saying about these bitter fruits?"