They couldn't stay in that forest. Valentius finally understood why Albert was the way he was.
His blood was like a healing potion. How many times, Valentius asked himself, had the blond offered up his blood to others?
Had Wrath torn into him?
Had he…
No, if he offered Albert pity, then Albert would surely hate him! He would leave him!
Valentius felt his mana surge.
Immortality…
"What are we going to do now?" He had the idea to remove Amos and Wrath from the picture, but that was easier said than done.
It was more than likely that the two could find a way to get the apples out of them.
Valentius didn't feel hungry anymore. He was sure that anything he placed in his stomach would evaporate.
"The golden apple myth is quite the story," Albert began, as he used his staff to move a branch away, before Valentius walked into it.
The other boy didn't so much as blink.
