Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Sure enough.

It seems there is more between the Lord of the Mist and the Primordial Dragon than just simple hatred and opposing stances.

Now it appears they, like myself, come from the same place. So perhaps many years ago, they had a special experience together.

Partners or lovers?

"Why does he want to kill you? I think he should have also seen through your identity." Ophelia asked again.

Roger shrugged, completely relaxed now, knowing he had no chance to resist against either of them.

"Maybe because I won against him in a card game." Roger said with a smile.

"Just because of that?" Ophelia's smooth actions suddenly halted, giving Roger a strange look.

"So we're just having an ordinary card game?" Roger gestured, "You wouldn't want to kill me like he does just because you lost, would you?"

Ophelia clearly couldn't yet connect the outcomes of Gwent Card games with life and death, holding the cards in her hand, frozen for a moment.

"Just a little joke." Roger explained, "But at that time, my life was indeed linked to the outcome of a Gwent Card game."

Then Roger simply retold the events that had transpired.

"Though we come from the same place, our views on returning home diverged." Roger stared into Ophelia's eyes, seemingly trying to capture a trace of emotion in her amber pupils.

But he was disappointed.

"You don't want to go home?" Ophelia retorted.

"Here is my home."

"I don't have many memories of that world, and I'm not even sure if those memories truly happened."

"So what about you? What's your stance?" Roger quickly countered.

"Like Nassero, we came here with the sole purpose of saving a world on the brink of collapse, and in fact, we came close to succeeding."

"Having grasped the essence of the entire Plane, if we could take it back, maybe we could barely keep that world running."

"What happened then?" Roger asked.

"I'm not like Nassero; the life of the Dragonkin is long and solitary, and in fact, I'm not particularly concerned with the survival of the entire race."

"Though I have a noble status, at first I also wanted to save my kind and that world, but you know, young Demon Hunter."

"Time is our greatest enemy, the most terrifying weapon."

Ophelia sighed.

"In the long pursuit and battles, I became increasingly weary. What scared me more was that the faces in my memory began to blur. Gradually, the thought of going home faded in my mind."

"Similar things happened to Nassero as well, although his personal emotions were more intense, and the mission he bore was far more daunting, naturally making his desire to return home more urgent."

"The world meant nothing to him, but he desired to save his kin, family, and kingdom."

"It was at that time that we came together."

Ophelia smiled, but there was no nostalgia in her smile, "The fact proved that by then, there was no so-called affection between us, even the faces, stories, and images in memory were merely obsessions."

"Two equally lonely souls leaned on each other, trying to find support in one another, but unfortunately, I was the first to give up at that time."

"I made the most important decision to stay here, preserving the strength I had mastered to maintain the normal operation of this Plane."

"At the same time, I hoped that Nassero would do the same. After all, without him, the entire Plane would be less complete, and the flaw sown at that time would inevitably ferment someday in the future."

"I betrayed my world."

"Since it was no longer suitable for survival there, and I had the chance to leave, why shouldn't I make a selfish choice?"

Roger saw the change of emotions in Ophelia's eyes; this sentence wasn't meant for Roger.

But rather for herself.

"So disagreements arose between you, leading to wars thereafter?" Roger was still a bit puzzled.

He could imagine the feelings of the Lord of the Mist at that time, but it didn't seem enough of a reason for both sides to go to war. Taking a step back, the most pressing matter before him should have been returning to the original world to mend its fractures with the power gained here.

But the Lord of the Mist chose to stay here, an apparently extremely abnormal action.

"Things were not that simple."

Ophelia put down the cards in her hand, clearly, no one was focusing on the Gwent cards on the table anymore.

"He told me he needed time to think."

Ophelia continued.

"In fact, I was also wavering and struggling, so I agreed because the longer it dragged on, the more likely Nassero would change his mind."

"Until one day, he came to find me again and told me that he still couldn't abandon his obsession, yet he also felt guilty for his emerging desire to escape."

"I understood his feelings because that was equivalent to betraying his past and abandoning everyone and everything he loved."

"So he told me he hoped I could help him rid of these emotions, forget everything about the past, and start anew here."

Regret flickered in Ophelia's eyes.

"And that decision was the beginning of everything."

"What happened?" Roger asked curiously.

"You've been to his personal world and seen that dead silent city. I don't know if you noticed, in the backyard of the castle, there's an unnoticeable cemetery..."