Chapter 1520

"You went to see Willard, right? Did you…" Hestia trailed off, making a slicing motion across her neck instead to convey her meaning. "He was still alive when I left, but he probably didn't stay that way for much longer," Perseus replied. As he sipped from a cup of tea, he recalled what Willard had told him. Hostility burned within him. Everyone from the Jorlandians, the Ebreans, and even Rongawichans had proven that nice people didn't exist. All that mattered to them was their best interests. There was no such thing as true friendship. "You're too impulsive, Perseus! Willard is a well-known Ebrean businessman and a member of the Illuminated Order. Life won't be easy once you've offended them! Hestia said, her brows creasing. She sorely regretted dragging Perseus into this matter. Smiling, Perseus shook his head and said, "Would things have been any easier if I hadn't done it? Aren't they already out to get us?" "What do you mean by that?" Hestia asked, her frown deepening. "Wil