Serey Villeries, this wretched guy, bears so many memorable labels: the Night King's eldest son, Night Race Lord, Undead, subverter of the Eternal Night Empire, kin-slayer, Undead...
Savior.
Indeed, theoretically speaking, Serey does deserve the title of Savior. If not for his betrayal back then, no one would know the outcome of the Dawn War. Even if the Extraordinary Alliance Army could defeat the Eternal Night Empire, it would surely be at an extremely cruel cost.
"Savior Serey?"
Bologue muttered these words, then couldn't help but laugh, as if he had heard a terrible joke. The reactions of others were not much different from Bologue's; some showed disgust in their eyes, some confusion, and some were filled with doubt.
Everyone's changes were captured in Serey's eyes, but he paid no heed to these matters. After all, if Serey cared about the views of others, he wouldn't have become what he is today.
"What kind of outfit is that?"
