Finally, Hilena finally began to realize what kind of twisted and strange child this person named Yila truly was… no, perhaps such words were too pejorative.
It could also be said more precisely… Yila's obsession with a predetermined future was as blazing and dazzling as the light that erupted from the full force of his **wings**, and it could not be shaken.
Like someone always sailing on a course that no one else could understand.
Yila did not care what ship carried him, whether it was an empire or the Demon King Territory, even the Silver Moon Tree Court and the Duchy—as long as it could carry him forward, it was enough.
It did not matter who exactly was on board…
If someone was willing to travel with him or help with Yila's journey, he was naturally willing to accept. If someone had a treasure that could help the ship sail, Yila would try to negotiate or purchase it…
