Villain Ch 1217. The Prince's Tale [Part 1]
The group moved aside as Allen summoned his sword with a flick of his wrist. The blade materialized in his hand. Without hesitation, he raised it high and brought it down in a single, powerful slash. The bottle shattered instantly, shards of glass scattering harmlessly to the ground as the water rushed out in a muted torrent.
Allen reached into the wreckage, carefully grabbing the two letters. He glanced at the lifeless prince for a moment, a flicker of something—pity, perhaps?—crossing his face before he turned back to the group. "Let's see what we've got."
Unfolding the first letter, Allen began to read aloud. The words, scrawled in a shaky hand.
[Journal of Prince Aedric – Part 1]
To the one who finds this letter, I was weak—weak in body, weak in spirit, and weak in resolve. I was a prince in name alone. My days were filled with shallow laughter, the hollow court life, and the ever-present pressure to prove my worth.
