Chapter 1912

Zaafea's children did not understand why their father told them this story, but they followed his last wish and erected a nameless memorial for Ruin. He then stayed with the memorial and watched over the family. When Ruin opened his eyes again, an unknown number of years had passed. One day, a boy led two younger boys, his brothers, to the memorial. "Someone, please... Save my brother..." "I can save your brother." "W-Who said that?" "You can call me... Ruin." ... The memory abruptly ended. Zaafea was suddenly attacked, a fireball hurtling toward him with a loud boom. He crushed the fireball with his bare hands and then looked to the side with a resigned expression. "Mr. Melton, you're being a bit unruly." At this moment, Clint emerged from the woods. "Who are you, really? This body isn't yours!" "So what if it isn't?" "Did you kill someone?" "Quite a few," Zaafea replied casually. "You're the traitor." "You've misunderstood. I'm not the traitor," Zaafea said lightly. "