Sesillian's eyes widened as I revealed my true identity, his face contorted with a mix of shock and something else—something I couldn't quite decipher. That expression, filled with disbelief and a flicker of despair, made every bit of this unmasking worth it.
"I see..." he muttered, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "So all this—this interference, these countless acts of sabotage—it was all because of the misfit I created? And now, what... you want me to apologize for it? Get on my knees and beg at your feet for pardon?"
The very thought of him even attempting to brush off what he had done was laughable. There was no way any of this could ever be excused. I wouldn't forgive him even if he threw himself on the ground, licking my feet—every inch, from each toe to the sole, down to the last detail on both feet. There was nothing, absolutely nothing he could do that would make up for his crimes. As far as I was concerned, this bastard deserved everything that was coming for him.
