Herbert's emotions were very complex at this moment.
Envy? Jealousy?
He watched as half of Kreti's body was embedded in the wall, and he couldn't help but twitch his face.
"That's so outrageous..."
Such luck.
And it's an astonishing amount of luck!
Frankly, Herbert had always felt that his own luck was quite extraordinary.
While he often said that everything he achieved was through hard work and sweat, he knew deep down that luck played a significant part in his accomplishments.
Not everyone could be lucky enough to be born as the Duke's Son, have a noble lineage, and receive a quality education.
Especially in such an uncivilized era; even after what he went through, his life was far better than most.
Not to mention being chosen by Nenasha, meeting Valentina, garnering the favor of powerful people... This series of developments was closely tied to luck.
If he weren't lucky enough, he would have "met an untimely demise" shortly after arriving at the Monastery.
