With the powers granted by mana in this world, Alfred's body could have been repeatedly healed from death's door.
Facing near death every single second, for days and months—would the madman sink deeper into madness?
Haa.
My life as X had been longer than Kael's sixteen years of life.
That might have been the only reason my personality was able to control this body, for my goals to be considered this body's own goals.
But—
It was clear.
My mind had been working at a tenth of my true capacity.
If not for my strong will to live, I felt like beheading myself for my disgusting acts.
Negotiating with filth and calling a person Master?!
And a vermin at that.
I looked into Arthur Dimitri's eyes.
The impact on my head seemed to have messed with my soul in some way I couldn't yet figure out.
Honestly, I didn't care who was in control of this body.
At the end of the day, I was Kael, and Kael was now me.
But—
I had to figure out some solution.
