|| Chapter 397 || Dark Changes
Even if the world was at its worst, even when he's taken from everything he owned and loved, and even when he's lost in an endless loop of misery in complete darkness, Fridal would think there is nothing as frightening and as merciless as the hateful indifferent gaze of Lord Hadrian Hercullio of Helios. True were his old friends' and enemies' words, "He would look at you with nothing but cold soulless eyes as if you are meaningless. By his gaze alone, one would desire to flee and hide. This is the Golden Lord."
When these same eyes were settled upon Fridal's head, not one part of his body shuddered. Ah, he doesn't look like the conqueror of lighting and land, but the king of every darn freezing snowy mountain there is in Aurona. That sheepish king of Aurona doesn't hold a candle against this lord. But his silence meant all his suspicions were true. Fridal revealed a wistful smile to Hadrian's puncturing gaze before deciding to change the subject.