Chapter 570

“The person’s already given to you, can that sun stop already?”

“……”

“Aren’t you gonna go back on your word or something?”

“……”

While I wasn’t planning on going back on my word, your reaction… why is it not at all what I expected?

Looking at Leon, who didn’t hesitate for even a second and handed over Phelia without any hesitation, Prince Andre instinctively opened his mouth but ended up saying nothing.

What I truly wanted to see was Leon’s helplessness and torment before making such a difficult choice, the despair and pain in his heart while choosing, and the suffering and regret he would endure afterward. But…

Why are you so damn decisive?!

“The sun cannot stop yet.”

After glancing at Phelia on the ground, equally confused, and guessing Leon might just be putting up a front, Prince Andre gritted his teeth and said:

“I didn’t ask you to hand over Phelia to me; I asked for her corpse! So… wait!”

With a slightly startled shout, behind Prince Andre, a bright light suddenly appeared, revealing a massive clock face.

As the shorter “hour hand” lit up, Leon’s movements slowed down sixtyfold instantly. The silver line of the “Silver Knife” that almost swung became visible in its original form, and the Jade-eyed Maiden barely dodged, startled.

He actually made a move…

Seeing the silver knife that would have surely slit Phelia’s throat if I hadn’t intervened, Prince Andre’s expression darkened involuntarily.

“Why?”

After canceling the effect of the Time Staff, looking at Leon who still looked calm, Prince Andre questioned gravely: “Do you really believe I’ll save her?”

“It’s not that I think you’ll save her; you’ve been mistaken from the start.”

After putting away the “Silver Knife,” Leon, who was also relieved inside, responded with an odd look: “I’m not counting on you saving her. The deal you proposed? It doesn’t matter which option I choose… Actually, I’m a bit curious. Why do you think threatening me with the lives of your own people to kill your own sister would cause me anguish?”

“…”

Silenced by this question, Prince Andre stared at Leon for a moment before shaking his head slowly and saying:

“No, you’re still lying to me. I don’t believe you can be this relaxed. Someone like you wouldn’t care so little…”

“Not really, are you done yet?”

Interrupting Prince Andre’s words, Leon looked annoyed and said:

“You gave me a choice, I chose; you complained about wanting a corpse, so I gave you one. I’ve cooperated with your madness this far, so why are you still dragging out these irrelevant points? How about this – I’m actually pretty good at acting. If you want me to act all anguished and tormented, breaking down in tears, I could perform that for you right here, okay?”

“…”

“No! You’re lying to me!”

Staring into Leon’s eyes for a while, Prince Andre took a deep breath and firmly judged: “You’re saying all this to provoke me, to make me kill you out of anger!

And after killing you, I’d lose the reason to harm anyone else, thereby saving both Phelia and all the citizens of the Crocodile Kingdom from my hands!”

“Alright, whatever you say…”

Faced with Prince Andre’s irrational accusations, the exasperated Leon helplessly retorted:

“If that’s what you think, how do you plan to punish me further? Should I first kill your only sister, then use the sun to roast all your citizens, so I can suffer deeply?”

“…”

That was exactly my plan, and the situation is exactly as described. But why does it sound so bizarre coming from your mouth?

Killing my last remaining family member and destroying the kingdom and people that should belong to me, all just to make you suffer… Just hearing this description makes it clownish beyond belief.

Even worse, I can’t even be sure whether doing this will make you suffer.

If I misjudged, and he has no intention of sacrificing himself to save everyone, but instead truly doesn’t care… Then I’d probably end up being more clownish than a clown…

Through Leon’s explanation, having picked up a bit of normal thinking and clarified the logic, Prince Andre, originally seething with anger and ready to retaliate against Leon, completely froze.

Not moving, clown.

Moving, same clown.

Moving but not understanding, clown of clowns.

It seems there’s no other choice in my life. After Leon spoke those words, whatever I do now, the final destination seems to lead to the same inevitable outcome.

Clown!

…

“To be honest, why don’t you just surrender?”

From Prince Andre’s distorted expression, seeing his confusion, Leon thought for a moment and tentatively advised: “The painting got cut by me, and those fake parents made from residual souls are definitely gone. But I know some people in the Deathscape, and maybe I can arrange a meeting between you and your real deceased parents.”

After hearing Leon’s words, Prince Andre’s eyes widened sharply.

“You… what did you say?!”

“I mean, if you choose to surrender now, I might be able to let you meet your deceased parents again.”

Recalling information about the Deathscape, Leon began to explain:

“In the Deathscape, there’s a place called ‘Repentance City.’ Spirits with strong regrets and sorrows from their lifetime, unable to move forward, temporarily reside there until they resolve their regrets or are forgotten by all living beings.

Considering your family situation… well… their regrets and sorrows must be incredibly strong, and many people who knew them still remember them, so they’re likely waiting for you in ‘Repentance City.'”

After explaining the situation of ‘Repentance City,’ Leon glanced at the trembling Prince Andre, stepped closer, and extended his hand.

“Prince Andre, if your belief is strong enough to support you through the long ‘No Return Road’ and reach the front of ‘Repentance City,’ you may have a chance to see your family again and apologize for your mistakes…

How about it, interested in my offer?”

(End of Chapter)