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C723

When the two of them left the palace of Tikan, the gazes of the people on the street naturally converged on them.

Mary was aware of the hostility emanating from the crowd’s eyes toward Dyfus.

It was natural.

Although he had eventually regained his sanity, it was no less true that he had massacred hundreds of thousands of innocents.

This troubled Mary.

Her brother’s hands were already stained with blood that could never be washed away.

Could I forgive Oraboni?

In truth, that question was the real reason Mary had been unable to sleep in recent days.

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