Chapter 253

Giselle forced herself to add, "The scenery here is beautiful, the air is fresh… It's quite a beautiful place. I could stay forever, as long as you don't kill me." Orin snorted and fell silent. She realized that when this man, who had taken so many lives, was calm, he didn't seem much different from an ordinary man, and he wasn't as terrifying. He wasn't bad-looking either. He was in his late 30s, and he stood about 5'10" with a strong, solid build. His face was lean, his features sharp and defined from his Solbourne-Malithorn heritage. His deep-set eyes were small but intense. A faint scar ran along the right side of his face, slightly undercutting his looks. His skin was dark from years of bloodshed, and his very presence radiated a somber, menacing force that made people drop their gaze. From what she had gathered, he'd once been part of an anti-government militia, fighting on the battlefield for years. Then, for reasons unknown, he abandoned his cause and chose the path of cri