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Chapter 74
Evan was gazing at the view of the garden from the spire.
Permetis Winchester. She had once been his comrade in the early rounds.
Permetis had confessed her feelings to him several times, and each time she had betrayed Othello.
Since Evan had never felt any romantic interest toward her, he had rejected her outright.
As the rounds repeated, Evan stopped trusting women. He didn’t trust men either.
After all, he had seen countless times how those who appeared noble or devout eventually revealed their pitch-black hearts.
“@#$%!”
Fuming, Permetis stomped out of the garden, muttering curses under her breath.
Sasha Winchester—seems she pulled something again.
Evan’s gaze shifted to Sasha, who was talking with Jin.
Her bold eyes shone with vitality, and that very energy seemed to brighten the dark domain around her.
“……”
After a while, Sasha left, and Jin remained alone.
Jin lifted his eyes to the spire where Evan stood.
In his deep green eyes, a chill surged like waves.
Evan, with his deep blue eyes, returned the gaze.
In the countless rounds where he had pierced Jin’s heart, Evan had always felt regret in that moment.
Ending the life of a powerful opponent always left a bitter aftertaste.
Yet, in every round, Jin had always been the villain.
The heir of Winchester, who grew more cruel and ruthless with each passing turn.
“……”
Jin’s eyes, cold enough to be mistaken for murderous intent, bore into Evan before he finally turned away and walked off.
But as far as Evan knew, Jin wasn’t the type to give warnings in such a way.
In the end, the winds of change would rise again, blowing from Erasinis.
Evan descended from the spire.
Carriages carrying children sent from Winchester’s branch families—the ones who would eventually become Jin’s limbs and followers—were arriving one after another.
And then—
“Evan!”
Sasha emerged from the garden, her green eyes fixed on him.
Her cheeks were flushed like peaches, and her lips seemed to brim with joy.
“It’s been a while.”
But as always, she didn’t openly display her emotions.
“Hey, I think something good happened to both of us.”
Her voice carried a slightly excited undertone, though she spoke calmly to hide it.
Then—
“By the way, here.”
Sasha’s brows lifted as she looked at his wrist.
She reached out her small hand and lifted his hand.
There was a small scratch there, probably from brushing against something while descending the spire.
“How did this happen? You got hurt.”
She frowned as if warning him to be more careful.
Evan stared at her for a long moment before parting his lips.
“Treat it.”
“What? You can heal small wounds with clarity, can’t you?”
“…Too bothersome.”
Sasha’s eyes widened as she protested.
“And didn’t you say using your ability hurts?”
“Not that.”
Evan murmured languidly.
“Something like a bandage.”
