"But..."
"Prodeno," Aiwass held the mirror in his hand, using it to point at the old Ibn beside him, "did you know that his sister once adopted Aziz? That means he's actually Aziz's uncle.
"And then, his whole family was killed by Aziz."
Upon hearing this, Prodeno was momentarily stunned.
Aiwass used the small mirror to point at himself again: "And my biological parents were also cursed and killed by him personally."
Prodeno stood there dazed for a few seconds.
Then he quickly caught up, walking beside Aiwass.
"...Sorry, I didn't know."
He whispered in Aiwass's ear: "So... this is a righteous revenge?"
"It's not revenge, Prodeno. At least not now."
Aiwass slightly turned his head, speaking seriously: "It's healing.
"If the poison is in the bone marrow, then it needs to be scraped out. Parthia has long been rotten to its roots, and any help or punishment would only be surface-level."
Originally, he had no such awareness.
