Upon hearing his words, Drake couldn't help but glance at Silas, sneering, "I wish the people who worship you could hear what you just said."
Silas didn't even bother turning to look at Drake and simply replied, "You always call me a hypocrite, but the real hypocrites are out there, Drake. They scream about injustice whenever we make the smallest mistake, yet if ordinary people in the dungeon have to die to bring them peace, they'd gladly accept it. Every mistake is ours to bear, Drake. You've always known this world isn't a beautiful place."
Drake furrowed his brows tightly, his eyes burning with anger at Silas's brutally honest words. However, in the end, he scoffed coldly and said nothing more.
At that moment, inside the dungeon, almost as soon as the dark esper finished speaking, the expressions of the others shifted entirely—some were filled with fear and anxiety, while others frowned in anger.
