บท 128: 125: Reprieve; a pointless debate

Beta'd by SnowyEgrett

The moment the car pulled to a stop in front of a cobblestoned path, Lin FenXiang immediately got out, feeling too suffocated to stay in the small space with Charles. Perhaps it was because of his conscience gnawing at the back of his mind or his sense of responsibility towards their misfortune.

Standing at a distance from the Church grounds, the painter took a deep, bracing breath, preparing himself for the inevitable. He had lived a relaxed life for long enough.

In the end, it wasn't meant for him. Or so it seemed.

With slight bitterness plaguing his heart, the Marquess of Wales shook his head, the weight of the information he had been shared with earlier burdened his shoulders in the form of an inexplicable guilt.

Fuck him for getting infected with Adrastus' moral high ground.