"That Fuc… that guy was ill?" Jung started and changed the words mid-sentence.
He had no idea why, but cursing in front of Elara rubbed him the wrong way.
Noticing his hesitation, her eyes sparkled in colors.
But she didn't lose track of the conversation and said after a short pause.
"He had the same illness. But by the time he cured himself, it was already too late. He was dying, slowly and painfully, and the ruler hated every second of it. Yet he was too proud to kill himself and leave his legacy."
"Our impression of him doesn't match," Jung said.
Elara nodded.
"I know. He was a prick, sometimes even hateful. But I don't hate him. It's not like it was his fault what was happening, and everything he made me do was for my sake."
'Are we talking about the same guy?' he mused.
"You know he tried to assassinate me, right?" Jung asked.
"You are more gullible and dumb than I thought," Elara said, chuckling. "You are still here. Alive. I doubt he really wanted to kill you."
