The Necromancer Who Creates Zombies
Juhwan thought Liz might cry when she heard they would join the fight for the throne.
But surprisingly, even after hearing they would participate in the civil war, Liz stayed calm.
She even forced a stiff smile.
Still, there were faint tears at the corners of her eyes.
It seemed she had cried before he arrived.
“I’m okay.”
Liz kept nodding as if she were trying to convince herself.
Her fingers, clasped together in front of her stomach, were tense with strength.
Juhwan slowly looked away from her face.
For some reason, it felt awkward to look at her.
He already knew this decision would make her cry, yet he still chose to enter the struggle for the throne.
That fact left a shadow in his heart.
He felt guilty facing her.
Keeping his face slightly turned away, he spoke.
“Did Santa Flea tell you…
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