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Chapter 1388 Violent To Enemies, Wise To Friends

1388 Violent To Enemies, Wise To Friends

The stare down between Elita and Kintar continued. Neither was willing to back down, and as time went on, it almost seemed as though their invisible confrontation had little to do with their clashing ideals, and more to do with whose view Skullius would deem correct. Both women criticised the current Skullius' mindset, but they both had great resolve to change it for the better. @@@@

But Skullius could hardly focus on their whims and wills. Their words had stabbed him, leaving great wounds, but even greater than these words, was the throbbing pain in his soul. He still felt Camilla's presence and it was driving him crazy.

The yearning to know who she really was, and why exactly her appearance was superimposing on Kintar longer than it had on anyone else Skullius had hallucinated to be her before, was like a swarm of living ants crawling through him, chittering and biting his being mercilessly.

He gritted his teeth. He was sweating.

The fact that Allora's death, one of Skullius' greatest scars was opened fresh right then didn't make him feel any better. He recalled that mural he made for her and suddenly, it all felt too real. Elita was right. Skullius had never experienced the death of someone he really cared for, at least not on Aigas or in Deadmanland.

He was incredibly attached to friends and subordinates alike.

He had even done his best to protect Silrat when the Premium Age Royale was reaching its conclusion. He had used an artefact that temporarily deleted the man's existence until it was safe for him to return.

Yes. That was the kind of person Skullius was now. He held incredible attachments and would not suffer seeing death falling upon those who didn't deserve it, those who had nothing to do with him. He had failed with Allora where he had succeeded with Silrat... and that gave him a heart.

But according to Kintar, Skullius didn't really need one.

And according to Elita, he did need it, but was supposed to keep it hidden in a vault, away from the darkness in the wider reality.

What exactly did it take for a Divine to survive in this dreadful world?

Skullius couldn't imagine himself reverting back to the skeleton of old who burned an entire library of men and women in Inhone just to keep his identity secret. That Skullius had no regard for life whatsoever, and perhaps for that time, it was best. But now... if Skullius didn't regard life with importance, what was the point of having subordinates?

(A/N: Refer to Ch.166.)

And as for what she had said just now...

'Ah. I see it now. She really is some kind of princess like Elita said. Violent to enemies and wise to friends,' Skullius thought.

And her words were true enough.

Kintar meant him no harm. She wasn't doing anything maliciously. She was simply presenting him with an interpretation of how she thought he should be, how he should do things. The fact that she was willing to die by his hand just for expressing her opinion was a clear sign that she was also willing to accept it if he chose a different path. It was Skullius' duty as her leader to stipulate an alternative path and hammer it home.

So far, Skullius had not convinced Kintar how exactly she was wrong and why.

He took a breath.

'Maybe I'm just too on edge because of the sheer number of enemies I've met in the last few hours. All of them have been branding me names, deciding what I am. I might have thought Kintar was doing the same,' he thought, and he looked at her.

She stared back at him, the look in her eyes unwavering.

"Prove me wrong, master, and I'll gladly follow the path you think is the best. But until then..." Kintar began.

Skullius waved her off.

"I get it, I get it." She still infuriated the hell out of him. He wanted so badly to rip her head off.

He stood up and gave Uyuniya a nod.

"You're right," he said, and then he looked at Elita. "So are you. But I can't create an entire philosophy from scratch right now. As much as I hate how Kintar acquired the information she gave him, it really is crucial. Boron must be stopped." He took another deep breath and felt his soul calm down. "He outsmarted us all and we're behind by several steps."

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