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After Arkan finished recounting the past of the Somara Kingdom—whether his story was true or just a fabrication—Marcel still listened intently.
Every word Arkan spoke felt too concrete, too aligned with what he had kept locked away in his mind for so long.
'Logically speaking, how could someone who wasn't part of that tragedy know such precise details?'
What he had just heard wasn't just a tale or speculation.
Arkan knew something—something that only Marcel should have known. And that was what made him wary.
How could someone who seemed so unremarkable… know so much? More than that, how could he appear before him as if all of this was just a mere coincidence?
'Dangerous… This man is dangerous,' Marcel thought. Yet instead of feeling threatened, he found himself experiencing something else—a faint admiration, tickling at his instincts. Unconsciously, the corner of his lips curled into a thin smirk.
