LXXXII. New Heavenly Port

In the castle dungeon.

The marines brought Liszt and another to their destination.

Through the iron bars, his face seemed far more aged than it had years ago.

The image that had left an imprint on Liszt's deepest memories was of Hened in his late prime, still a formidable fighter.

Now, his beard and mustache were white, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, but the coarse prison uniform could not hide his tall frame and robust muscles, faintly showing the valor of his youth.

"Bro, do you remember me?"

Liszt asked tentatively, having his own methods even if Hened couldn't recall.

"I don't know any nobodies."

Hened sneered, unsure of what game the admiral was playing.

"It's me… Ten years ago, during the riot at the Northern Prison, I'm the one who used the Corrosive Potion to set you free."

Liszt continued trying.

"There was such an incident."

Hened stood up, his face approaching the bars.

"You recognize me, right?"

Liszt was confident.