Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 2473

Prajna's expression changed greatly." Where's one more strand of your soul?" she asked in exasperation.

Tenzel looked at his fiancee, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his beautiful face. "He gave me a chance to live, yet you’re unwilling to give me one. I loved you so and never expected you to be s o ruthless. Prajna, if there’s an afterlife, I hope to never see you again.”

Prajna flattened her lips, and her beautiful face was filled with shame.

"I'm sorry, Tenzel. We belong to different countries. When our countries are in conflict with each other, I have to obey my king and our subjects. As for love, it’s not even worth mentioning in front of the love we should have for our country.”

Tenzel said with a bitter smile, "Prajna, I love you. I'm willing to turn my back on my country. And you love me back, yet you've placed your love for your country and subjects above me. I only hope that one day, you can understand that all living beings have no borders. All living beings are equal."

At this moment, Tenzel’s father came over angrily and raised his hand. He gave the boy a slap in the face. He yelled in frustration, "Tenzel Jurran, what a big lover you are! You gave one of my cities to Prajna and almost ruined my country for love. See? She doesn't appreciate your efforts. Instead, she wants your life. It's because as long as you’re alive, you’re nothing but a threat to her.

You're the world's number one fool, Tenzel

Jurran.'

As Tenzel was tied on the cross, his long hair fluttered with the wind. His unrepentant gaze was fixed onto something a distant away.

"I, Tenzel Jurran, have never regretted any of my choices."

His father yelled out in exasperation, "I won't have a son as disloyal and unfilial like you! You're exactly like your mother, Tenzel. You're born a goody two shoes and filled with an utterly useless sense of kindness."

In the crowd, Malachi held the woman's waist even tighter and whispered into her ear, "He might not like your kindness, but I do."

The woman looked coldly at the man on the execution platform. He was her

husband. In order not to become a slave to a vanquished nation, he chose to hand over his son to the enemy country. He mercilessly allowed the enemy country to sacrifice his own son.

The woman's eyes were brimming with hatred. "I want him dead."