...
"I swear by the name of my ancestors, at the very end, I will fight alongside you until my last breath, never to betray! I shall repay the debt for the meals you've made for me!"
...
"No."
Yi Lin stared blankly at the fist clad in steel armor.
He felt as if something inside his mind had snapped.
Commonly known as—breaking defenses.
He had been broken by Milien's punch.
Because of the influence of the Laughing Mask, he couldn't feel intense emotions.
But right now,
The time they spent together, every image of Milien wielding her sword, froze in Yi Lin's mind.
This wasn't a simple feeling of friendship, affection, or familial love—those ordinary emotions.
It was… guilt.
Yes, guilt.
The guilt that eventually grew into a fierce emotion.
Yi Lin understood it.
It was "sorrow."
A deep sorrow, like burning liquor, pierced through Yi Lin's defenses.
Why was it that in this world, which seemed like a trial but yet not, they had never received a "mainline mission"?
