Ivar was dressed neatly, his messy hair was carefully groomed, and the messy stubble on his face was trimmed. He looked much cleaner, as if he was going to attend some grand event.
He sat on a chair, this time without any chains restraining him, but Ivar still looked decadent. There were guards all around him, and Cornel was standing by the window where the setting sun was.
Corey was in charge of the negotiations, while Cornel was in charge of Ivar, and there was a long corridor between them.
"You are about to be free, Ivar."
Cornel said to Ivar that the man had been trying to hide himself in the shadows, and Cornel, who was standing by the window, had difficulty seeing his appearance.
"free?"
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Ivar's voice was a little stiff.
He raised his head and looked out the window beside Cornell. In the afterglow of the setting sun, he could vaguely see seabirds flying in the sky. Music had already started playing in the theater below. It was transmitted into the room through the numerous stone walls. The singing was slow, and under the warm setting sun, there was a touch of calmness.
"Yes, freedom. You will no longer be restricted by others. You can do whatever you want."
Cornell continued.
In fact, he shouldn't have said so much to Ivar, but perhaps it was because of the vague common ground that Cornel wanted to talk to Ivar about something... anything, just like a casual chat.
Cornell rarely meets people who are "equal" to him. He is the heir to the royal family of Garel, and Ivar in the shadow is a descendant of the Rodbrok family. They both have the blood of the king flowing in their bodies.
"Do you think that's freedom? If I leave Gaulnalo, I will just be bound by something else... No one is free."
Ivar's voice sounded a little sad.
"That's at least better than now."
Cornel didn't understand Ivar's sadness, he just felt that there were not many chances and he might never see Ivar again after today.
"They should have already been negotiating, Curry and that guy named Heibold."
Cornell looked at the time and knew that he would be escorting Ivar away with his guards soon.
"Herbold?"
Ivar read the familiar name, and for some reason a slight smile appeared on his face.
"However, I still want to know one thing, Ivar. Corey was here all the time, so it was difficult for me to ask. Now is a good time."
Cornell glanced out the window and saw that a large number of believers had gathered in the theater square. Just as Curry said, the wheel of history had already started rolling and no one could stop it.
He knew all this very well, so he just took a quick look and then walked to Ivar's side.
"What do you want to ask?"
Ivar raised his head, and when their eyes met, Cornel involuntarily avoided his gaze.
It was obvious that the guy in front of him was born with a deformity and was a bargaining chip on the negotiating table. Apart from his bloodline, Ivar was worthless. Logically, Cornell would never be afraid of such a person, but at that moment he seemed to have been cut in the pupil of his eye by something.