Ambrose sat quietly once Valentine was done with his story.
He came here hoping for a simple dinner where he could increase the Necromancer's attraction points and be out the next second.
Never did he imagine he'd be staring at him, his eyes almost teary after he revealed something absolutely vulnerable.
"H–He," Ambrose swallowed. "He took away your powers?"
"He locked them away." Valentine corrected, his posture straightening with a sigh. "Clearly a difference, I guess. Except it reinforced the idea that while others were awakening as heroes… I was the cursed one damned to a life of being misunderstood."
"You were only a child, Valentine."
"They didn't see that." His crimson eyes dimmed. "They saw a monster. A devil. And it stayed that way for years—even till now." He sniggered. "The only reason I got control of my powers again was because of my rank. And my soul grew strong enough to resist Sovereign Tongue's hold. But you want to know something funny?"
