Why did I escape back then?
Sword Saint Ah Xion had pondered countless times over this question. If she calmed down just a little and thought about it, she could understand what Gedora needed at that time.
But what were the emotions that surged from the heart at that moment?
It was fear.
Not fear of A·Gedora himself, but fear of herself.
At that moment, the emotions that surged within her heart whispered: "Do you really like that Hero, or this decadent man drinking in front of you?"
Was it the mighty life possessing superior swordsmanship, capable of defeating her, or this man entwined with curses, with severed tendons and a heart like dead ashes?
Ah Xion had to admit that she had never seen this man in such a dejected state. He had once been so youthful and arrogant.
She thought, she contemplated, and then she came here, only to finally realize how superficial a woman she truly was. Yes, superficial.
