章節 84: 2.24.1 I don't actually care.

The boy called Soros walked in the dark of the night, with a face as dead as a fish, while his steps were as silent as a thief. Hiding from the patrols as well as the little critters that flew in the sky, as he was paranoid of being noticed by a familiar of some kind.

A habit he cultivated for the last four years, living as a beggar at first, then as a slave to Blue Lotus, whose only purpose was something he never cared about.

But what he did care about was Maisel. The man who ruined his life and destroyed his family for a war not his own.

Soros bloodheart was his true name, a noble from the nights of the bloodcrow lineage. He was born with a bloodline suitable for darkness, but his family's Knight technique was burned together with his whole family under Maisel's flames.