Kyrie recalled the boy he had once loaded into his carriage and carried across the corpse-waste plains.

Has it already been that long?

Now standing at the boundary between boyhood and youth, the child had tied his red hair into a short ponytail and raised his calm yellow eyes to meet Kyrie’s gaze.

“If you help me, Your Highness, I will give you what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?”

Helios clenched his teeth against the rising heat and continued.

Ever since he had learned that Vicher and Vichera were returning, this strange fever had refused to subside.

It was undoubtedly psychological.

At this rate, I will die. Whether they burn me alive or I burn to death on my own.

In the beginning, it was lightning falling from the sky that first set flame to the primordial world.

To set his own life ablaze, he likewise needed the lightning known as Kyrie.

“My mother was the wife of the elder brother of Her Highness ...

Chapter 270

Comments