Chapter 52 CHAPTER

CHAPTER 52

"WE SHOULD find his grave, Adarmus. That's the only way that we can suppress him again. Now, tell me where did you bury him?" Mathilda gallantly lowered her eyes to Adarmus who was seated quietly on a stool. He'd like to deny having any connection to whom is she referring about but he knew it's a lost cause. "Don't look at me like that. Whatever you say, I won't buy it."

"How can you casually say that as if I murdered him?"

"But did you not, though?" She ran her fingers to the cuffs of her long sleeves before murmuring, "Joaquin didn't know about his existence. Isn't that basically murdering him? Which was well-deserved for him, by the way. Why are you so adamant about denying it?"

'Because that makes it sounds like I liked what happened. That I was fine that he was erased from history for almost thirty years. I don't. I am not.' If Adarmus was given another choice, he would not decide to kill him with his own hands.

Joachim was a great person to him.