Rolin turned around, calmly watching the others lower Linen who was tied up. The latter did not struggle, just looked at him and asked, "Why?"
Rolin shook his head slightly and said, "There's no why. Everyone chooses their own path. And I chose this one, Linen, that's all."
"So you deceived all of us, including Lord Earl who trusted you so much?" Linen asked.
Rolin remained silent.
Suddenly, he brought a fist to his mouth and violently coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Seeing him like this, Linen couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
Rolin stopped coughing, raised his head, and weakly smiled, "Come to think of it, someone asked me the same question before."
Linen looked at him with a bit of surprise.
"In your eyes, I probably don't look like a good person right now," he glanced at the others, "They're Dragon Worshippers, you should have recognized them by now, right?"
