Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 66

Waver was consumed by guilt. He blamed himself for Iskandar's defeat at the hands of Caster and Berserker, as well as the destruction of the Gordius Wheel.

"If only I had been more useful," he thought. "Maybe the outcome would have been different."

Despite his feelings of self-blame and guilt, Waver refused to apologize. He deemed it too shameful to do so, especially to the uncivilized and unrefined person who had caused all of this.

As he nibbled on the biscuits sent by his gracious hosts, Waver's heart felt heavy. Without an apology, he felt uneasy and was unable to move on.

"Crunch, crunch," he chewed, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.

Waver's annoyance grew as he felt a rough, broad hand gently stroke his head. He turned his head to see Iskandar, who was reading a magazine next to him, and with embarrassment, he said, "Can you stop touching my head with your hands?"

"Oh, sorry," Iskandar replied absentmindedly, continuing to stroke Waver's head as he leaned sideways and flipped through the pages of the magazine.

Waver's forehead wrinkled in annoyance. 'This is why I don't want to apologize!' he grumbled to himself.

"Uh... Rider. Your chariot was destroyed. Is everything okay?" Waver asked, carefully choosing his words.

"No problem," Iskandar replied nonchalantly.

"It's just that..." Waver trailed off, unable to find the right words to express himself.

"Ah!" Iskandar placed his large hand on Waver's head. "Why are you still dwelling on the past? Leave the past in memories and look ahead with your eyes."

Waver gritted his teeth but couldn't resist Iskandar's comforting touch. 'See, this is why I have no intention of apologizing at all!' he thought to himself.

Wait a minute--!

Is this guy bisexual?

It's said that before he went on a conquest of Persia, he used to walk hand in hand with his mentor in the palace garden, reciting and singing poems by Dionysus the wine god, and even had a homosexual lover named Hephaestion.

Waver's skin crawled, and he moved away from Iskander a bit. "What's wrong?" Iskander asked.

"Nothing," Waver quickly replied, not wanting to say, "Don't try to look at my butt, you bastard..."

With a jumbled mess of thoughts, Waver fell asleep. Iskander took out his cloak and covered him, gazing at his face with a sense of nostalgia. But he didn't believe in reincarnation. He saw great aspirations in Waver but was confined by a narrow world in his heart.

A ruler must stir the hearts of his people with the thrill of dreams and show them the magnificence of the world with its mighty waves.

It's just...

It seems like...

"Rider... sorry... your... Master... is very useless..." Waver muttered in his sleep.

"You... have great potential. Don't belittle yourself, my little friend."

Iskandar leisurely perused the book while Waver clutched his cloak tightly around himself, yearning for comfort. The young mage was unable to shake off his sense of unease and found himself unconsciously leaning against the King for support.

This moment was serene.

Wouldn't it be lovely if they could remain in this tranquil moment forever?

However, life is harsh.