Wellinger’s head faltered weakly.1

And from his lowered head resembling that of a dead man, a lifeless voice meekly leaked out.0

“I’m the one who kidnapped Lee Hyeon-Su. So, let that man… go. I’m the one you’ve been looking for.”0

It felt like his mind blanked out while all the blood drained out of him. At the very least, something was leaving his body right at this moment. That's what it felt like to Wellinger.0

Maybe it was his fighting spirit abandoning him. Maybe it was all of his remaining youthful vigor. Or perhaps his will to protect the Round Table. Whatever it was, one thing was for certain: he had lost it. Maybe… He had lost them all.0

However, what did that matter now? Since he wouldn’t need them, anyway.0

A dead man didn’t need anything, after all.0

“Huff, huff! Wheeze!”0

Kramer heavily panted and wheezed away. It must’ve felt like he had one foot across the netherworld’s entrance only to get yanked back.0

“I’ll shoulder all the blame, sir. That’s why…” Wellinger sighed deeply. “Please, stop this madness. You… You have won.”0

The stares of all the Knights slammed into Wellinger just then. And what a colorful variety of stares those were.0

From resentment to rage, sympathy, and even sorrow…0

Obviously, they wouldn't be able to stare at him while experiencing only one emotion when Wellinger's actions had 'gifted' them with something...1