Weed fell in deep worry.
“No, never like this...”
If he revealed himself now, no group would reject him. He might be called a coward behind his back but something like that was a natural progression of life, something to endure and overcome. A sacrifice that liberates the underdogs!
Any end of the world movie had a touching moment where through the actions of a few heroes, many survive. But rather than becoming a hero, Weed wanted to be that one person who survived till the end. Sentimentality with devotion and sacrifice just made life difficult.
“I must avoid falling into that temptation. Must never fall into temptation.”
Weed saw many people sitting helplessly in front of him. Befitting of the capital of Rosenheim Kingdom, there were many beginners. There were youths, heads of households and even elderly.
‘If I ignore them, then most of them will die.’
Weed closed his eyes tightly.
‘Let me just take the coward's way out. Besides, not one person gave me a helping hand in my time of desperation.’
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