Evil prevailed.
But the world was saved.
Countless people who should've been taken by death were saved.
How is that possible?
Ciri was old school, but she was certain that there were still things that were timeless.
A saying that couldn't be refuted—one being that doing good will produce good.
What comes around goes around.
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
All of those sayings aren't true.
Ciri now understood that those sayings are the propaganda from the strong, to keep them weak, as being good will never allow power to glance at them. Because in the world of the powerful—it was common sense to be extremely evil to obtain true power.
So that fortune favors them.
"Isn't there any other way?"
She mumbled desperately, the last flicker of her mindset to deny the truth.
Something so cold shouldn't be the truth.
Lucivar lowered his arms as his expression grew stoic, almost as cold as the question.
