Chapter 1401

Gerald and Clifford met in the Supreme Court's interrogation room. They sat across from each other, an old wooden table between them.

Carissa sat behind the scribe's desk, not far from them. Even if they spoke in hushed tones, she could hear every word clearly.

The only sounds in the room were the quiet rustle of breath, the steady beat of hearts, and occasionally, the almost imperceptible sound of a sigh.

Yet, no words passed between them.

Neither of them exchanged even a fleeting glance. It was as if they were two strangers who were forced to sit together-distant, indifferent.

Carissa wondered if it was her presence that made things so strained, though she could not leave. All she could do was endure the awkward silence alongside them.

At last, Gerald asked, "Why?"

Gerald was truly baffled, struggling to reconcile the person before him with the image of someone he thought he knew. No matter how he looked at Clifford, he could not align the two.

Clifford clasped his hands together and shook his head. "Why bother asking? History is written by the victors."

for things?" Gerald asked, his

that the things I've always wanted to do in life are out of reach. Didn't King Sigmund say it? I'm a rebellious person. I think my

of blood still hangs

and remained silent.

like this," Gerald said. "What is it that has led

his tone tinged with bitterness. "The man you knew is

facade you created for me. You blindly believed I was as you imagined me to

long time, a bitter look creeping across his face. "We three were once such good

to

count a king as a friend? It seems the years have treated you well. Yes,

already at

for the family. Some things are beyond your understanding. There's nothing more to

you cannot bring ruin to the people!" Gerald said, his face

seemed that in Clifford's

didn't respond to

he turned

court,

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