Saint did not respond, looking at Mordret with a frozen expression. She seemed stunned by his betrayal…
Before, there was at least one person who refused to share in the insanity. But now, even he was gone, having chosen to join the lunatics.
She was left all alone.
…There was a subtle sense of giving up in her beautiful, glistening eyes.
Morgan shook her head and looked back at Mordret.
"Well, now that all the pretenses are gone, shall we have an honest conversation… dear brother?"
Mordret slowly retracted his hand and looked down.
He stayed silent for a while, his shoulders hanging low. Eventually, he said quietly:
"Sure, of course. Whatever you want, Morgan."
She studied him with an impassive expression.
"Aren't you curious about anything? Don't you have questions for me?"
Mordret slowly shook his head.
Morgan sighed and leaned back a little.
