章節 322: [322] The Saints of Sword and Spear.

Arken sat on a rock and gazed at the tumultuous skies of the demonic continent with a stiff face, His Berserker sword lay embedded in the ground beside him. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Are you okay?"

He heard the voice of his old friend from behind. Oliver approached him and Arken made space so Oliver could sit down as well.

"I'm a Hypocrite, aren't I?"

However, instead of answering Oliver's question he instead asked another question.

Oliver became silent. Not Knowing how to answer.

"I said those things acting like a righteous man, but those words of mine were just hypocrisy."

Arken belittled himself. Oliver, however, had another idea.

"Maybe if it was the old you."

Yes, maybe if it was the old arken, The words would have been hypocrisy. But…

"It wasn't the old you now, So no. What you said there was no hypocrisy."

Arken laughed dryly. He gazed at the thunderbolts dancing in the corrupted skies as he lay down on the rock.