Robin’s smile faded instantly. He slowly turned his head toward her, his voice low but sharp.
"Throwing my life away? What exactly do you mean by that?"
The faerie’s wings flickered with unease, her voice measured.
Robin scoffed, but there was tension behind it.
"And what, just because people started calling me the future Great Chosen Truth, doesn’t make me able to do whatever I want? Is that what you’re implying?"
The faerie’s voice turned grave.
Robin’s eyes narrowed as he muttered through gritted teeth:
"So he’s monopolizing the fifth through seventh stages? He really thinks the Space Path was carved out for his convenience? What kind of absurd tyranny is this?"
His voice rose slightly at the end, but he caught himself, drawing a slow breath.
He was starting to understand... why they called him Tyrant.
the fairy continued.
She paused, her voice quieter now.
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