“I would certainly reconcile with her. My aim was solely to eliminate Amiri. I never expected her to sacrifice herself for him," Moss said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “As for the child, I've searched for years without success. If Emilia wishes, we will adopt another."

Bennett listened silently, absorbing Moss' words. Moss spoke with tenderness and affection only when Emilia was mentioned.

In fact, Bennett remained unaware of the intricate tapestry of Moss' past.

Moss had fallen for Emilia upon meeting her at a banquet. He had pursued her persistently, using everything he had.

However, Emilia's heart had belonged to Amiri Chadwick, the eldest son of the Chadwick family in Eleymond, and they had already liked each other.

Refusing to give up his love, Moss had recounted the hardships of his childhood, pleading with Emilia not to abandon him. He had asked her to be his friend, and the compassionate Emilia had agreed.

Over the years, their lives had become intertwined in various ways.

But ultimately, Emilia had married Amiri, leading Moss to devise a deadly scheme that had accidentally resulted in Emilia's death.


Moss downed the wine, his intoxication evident in his inability to control his emotions.

He disclosed fragments of his history with Emilia to Bennett, each word exposing his profound fixation and remorse.

But soon, he began envisioning a radiant future with Emilia, tinged with a touch of madness.

Moss proposed plans to take Emilia away from Conata and adopt children together. Once she fully recovered, he would propose to her and travel the world with her. If she refused to talk to him, he intended to evoke her sympathy, resorting to self-inflicted injuries as he had done before.

Seated upright at the bar counter, Bennett listened to Moss with composure, occasionally responding. He poured another glass of wine for Moss, observing him closely.

In his current state of inebriation, Moss was not as vigilant as usual. He Lifted the glass and downed its contents without hesitation.

Immediately refilling Moss' glass, Bennett skillfully continued the conversation, casually clinking glasses to disguise his intention of getting Moss drunk.

After the wine warmed his stomach, Moss abruptly fixed his gaze on Bennett.

Moss' face and eyes blazed crimson, particularly his eyes, as if on the brink of bursting.

Under Moss’ piercing stare, Bennett stiffened. He suspected Moss had detected something amiss with the wine and prepared to speak, but Moss burped loudly instead, causing his glass to crash to the floor.

Then, Moss slumped against the bar counter and passed out.

Struck by the noxious burp, Bennett retched uncontrollably. He muttered curses under his breath and hurriedly left the bar counter.