章 463: The Devil Drink

He was… tired. 

An entire world, an entire people of every kind - gone, abandoned; because he was tired. I… I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't - the thought had irked me for weeks, the months once I knew the truth. Every instance I thought about it, I always came upon a different answer to justify the here and now. 

Maybe the Hero lost, maybe the Demon Goddess was just much too powerful for him… perhaps Kronocia's destruction was just an inevitability, an eventuality, something that couldn't be prevented.  But here he was, outright telling me that maybe it could have been… 

But alas… Leonardo was tired. 

He was staring again. The road tended by one eye, and the other, noticing my sudden silence, my sudden disquiet. 

"You think I am to blame," He spoke, so barefaced, that I couldn't help but stare right back. "You think I should have saved them. That I should have kept fighting. Be the hero that everybody believed… that thought I was."