Chapter 1997 A Curse
- Harley jolted, a faint sheen of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He laughed awkwardly and said, “Your Majesty, I understand what you're saying. The Holy Church has accumulated some treasures over the years. Once I return, I'll carefully select a few precious items to present to you.”
- Winsen, who had harbored suppressed anger for years, chose not to lash out. Instead, he stepped forward, treating him like a good brother, and patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, we're old friends. There's no need for such formalities. As for the treasures of your Holy Church, I have no need for them. Keep it for yourself. After all, haven't our conflicts brought us closer? Isn't the bond we've forged over all these years a direct result of those very struggles?”
- He sighed deeply, his expression full of solemnity.