Elf Country, Queen's Palace.
On the corridor leading to the Divine Hall, Shane's figure appeared suddenly, as if tossed there without warning, staggering a few steps and looking somewhat disheveled.
However, Shane quickly stabilized himself, looked around, and was silent for a long, long time.
He couldn't speak, nor did he know what to say, remaining wordless for ages.
After a while, Shane rubbed his temples, showing a weary expression.
"Is this the truth of the past?"
Though the mystery of the Demon King's war still remained unsolved, just as the Goddess mentioned, Shane vaguely had some guesses in his heart.
But if it really is as he suspects...
"The so-called Demon King is truly too pitiful, right?"
Shane truly did not want to admit that guess.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to resist sympathizing with that person.
It was almost clear why that Goddess would have him make the choice.
The Goddess wants to see how he views that person, doesn't she?
