A little forgiveness

In the Creta regions of the Silver Moon mountains, Nathaniel sat in one of the rooms of the magical castle that was created by one of the witches there.

He smoked the herbs that were used to replenish their Magna while relieving their stress at the same time.

"Are you sure about it? In our 16 years of acquaintance-ship, since you won't call it friendship, I haven't heard you talk about him after that dreaded night," The man in front of him asked, Nathaniel looked out of the window with his legs plopped on the table in front of him.

He sighed.

He knew it was shocking for his so-called friend.

Heck, if he was the same person as a month ago, and someone would've told him he would be deciding this, Nathaniel would've burnt that man for even spouting this kind of nonsense.