"What exactly am I doing here?" I asked.
I had barely returned to Sancta Vedelia when I was immediately summoned to Central Vedelia. Not even a moment to rest. A week had passed since Durathiel's death, and a lot had happened in that short time.
Still, I hadn't planned to linger in Utopia forever. Once I ensured that Freyja could handle things there—both the governance and the Tree's well-being—I left without hesitation.
And yet, the moment I set foot back in Sancta Vedelia…
Well, let's just say the welcome wasn't exactly warm.
The knights, officials, and practically everyone else regarded me with open hostility—cold gazes filled with pure contempt. It was as if I were some irreprehensible traitor, the kind of scum that didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as them.
I didn't bother asking why. I wasn't naïve—I knew the consequences of my actions.
But I didn't regret them.
