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Chapter 117: The Weigth of Guilt · Nov 05, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: Where Empires Sleep 2026-11-05
102 Chapter 102: War Of The Horses 2026-11-05
103 Chapter 103: War Of The Horses 2 2026-11-05
104 Chapter 104: On Horseback, Chasing The Past 2026-11-05
105 Chapter 105: Chasing The Past 2026-11-05
106 Chapter 106: Island In The Middle Of A Lake 2026-11-05
107 Chapter 107: Scarlet’s Schemes 2026-11-05
108 Chapter 108: Echoes Beneath The Lake 2026-11-05
109 Chapter 109: The Island’s Secrets 2026-11-05
110 Chapter 110: Asher Is Back 2026-11-05
111 Chapter 111: Whose Child Is She? 2026-11-05
112 Chapter 112: Whose Child Is She? 2026-11-05
113 Chapter 113: The Burden He Carried 2026-11-05
114 Chapter 114: A Debt Written In Blood 2026-11-05
115 Chapter 115: Are You Jealous? 2026-11-05
116 Chapter 116: The Seduction 2026-11-05
117 Chapter 117: The Weigth of Guilt 2026-11-05
118 Chapter 118: Brother! 2026-11-05
119 Chapter 119: Does He Like Her Too? 2026-11-05
120 Chapter 120: Ares’ Crisis 2026-11-05
121 Chapter 121: The Silent Gaze 2026-11-05
122 Chapter 122: Attacked! 2026-11-05
123 Chapter 123: Attacked 2! 2026-11-05
124 Chapter 124: He Is Injured 2026-11-05
125 Chapter 125: Finding Midnight 2026-11-05
126 Chapter 126: Midnight 2026-11-05
127 Chapter 127: Wrong Woman At His Bedside 2026-11-05
128 Chapter 128: Challenging Him 2026-11-05
129 Chapter 129: Too Close For Comfort 2026-11-05
130 Chapter 130: The Discovery 2026-11-05
131 Chapter 131: The Discovery 2 2026-11-05
132 Chapter 132: The Discovery 3 2026-11-05
133 Chapter 133: The Lost Era 2026-11-05
134 Chapter 134: The Lost Era 2 2026-11-05
135 Chapter 135: The Lost Era 3 2026-11-05
136 Chapter 136: Finding A Lost Empire 2026-11-05
137 Chapter 137: Finding A Lost Empire 2 2026-11-05
138 Chapter 138: Finding A Lost Empire 3 2026-11-05
139 Chapter 139: The Storm In The Net 2026-11-05
140 Chapter 140: The Empire Awakens 2026-11-05
141 Chapter 141: The Night That Did Not Sleep 2026-11-05
142 Chapter 142: The Country On Fire 2026-11-05
143 Chapter 143: The Dig 2026-11-05
144 Chapter 144: The Guardians 2026-11-05
145 Chapter 145: The Guardians 2 2026-11-05
146 Chapter 146: The Mystery Of The Lost Empire 2026-11-05
147 Chapter 147: Mystery Of The Lost Empire 2 2026-11-05
148 Chapter 148: The Date 2026-11-05
149 Chapter 149: The Psychiatrist 2026-11-05
150 Chapter 150: The Psychiatrist 2 2026-11-05

”Larissa... my brother—what he said to you. Don’t hold it against him.”

Ares’ voice was quieter now, the earlier sharpness gone. His fingers still circled her wrist, firm but not painful, as though he feared she might disappear the moment he let go.

”It was really an accident.”

Lara hummed faintly, her expression unreadable.

Her gaze dropped to the hand holding hers.

”Can you let go of my hand first?” she said calmly.

Ares blinked.

Only then did he realize he was still holding her.

He released her immediately, clearing his throat.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Then Ares gestured toward the interior of the room.

”Come inside. I’ll tell you about my brother.”

Lara hesitated at the threshold.

But hadn’t she already been alone with Ares before?

More than once.

In Shay’s bedroom. In the study.

And despite herself... she was curious.

About Asher.

With that thought, Lara stepped inside.

The room was spacious and quietly luxurious. A muted golden light spilled from recessed lamps, reflecting softly against polished wood and glass surfaces.

The far wall opened into a wide sliding glass door leading to the balcony. Beyond it, the city stretched into the distance, glittering with scattered lights beneath the night sky.

A cool breeze drifted through the slightly opened door, stirring the sheer curtains.

Lara chose a chair beside the glass doors.

The night air brushed against her skin, calming the strange tightness in her chest.

Across the room, Ares moved toward a wine cabinet built seamlessly into the wall. He pulled out a crystal decanter and two wine glasses. The deep red liquid glimmered under the light as he poured.

He handed one glass to Lara before sitting opposite her. Between them stood a small round glass table, the surface reflecting the wine like liquid rubies.

Lara held the glass lightly by the stem.

The gesture looked instinctively graceful—refined, almost aristocratic, as if she had spent years attending formal dinners and tasting expensive wines.

Her brows furrowed.

What does he mean by this? Is he trying to get me drunk?

Ares noticed the suspicion written clearly across her face.

”This is a fine wine,” he said mildly. ”Only thirteen percent alcohol.”

Lara did not answer immediately.

Instead, she lifted the glass and brought it close to her nose. She inhaled gently, catching the aroma without swirling it first.

Then she gave the glass a slow, practiced swirl. Then leaned closer and breathed in again.

Ares had been watching her carefully.

”This was probably aged around five years,” she said absently.

Ares had been watching her the entire time.

He didn’t even realize he had stopped breathing until she finished speaking.

”Looks like you’re a connoisseur of wines.”

His remark made Lara pause.

She blinked.

Only then did she realize what she had just done.

The analysis had slipped out naturally—as if it were second nature.

”Probably,” she said with a small shrug. ”Maybe I worked in a bar before.”

Her tone was casual, almost indifferent.

She took a sip.

The wine was smooth and lively on her tongue, the flavor bright yet balanced. It lingered pleasantly on her palate before fading into a clean, savory finish.

”This is quite good,” she said.

Then she fell silent, waiting.

Ares lifted his own glass and downed it in one long swallow before setting it heavily on the table.

His expression darkened slightly.

”Asher suffered hip and leg injuries in that accident,” he began. ”He was also in a coma for two weeks.”

Lara’s fingers tightened slightly around her glass.

”When he woke up,” Ares continued, ”his left leg never fully recovered. He was left with a limp. After that... he changed.”

He stared at the wine in his glass as if searching for answers inside it.

”He became withdrawn. Quiet. The military forced him to take an indefinite leave.”

Lara slowly lifted her eyes to meet his.

She didn’t interrupt.

”We sent him abroad to recover,” Ares said. ”Physically, he healed well enough. At least... from what I can see now.”

Lara studied him for a moment before speaking.

”But he seems mentally scarred.”

Ares hummed in acknowledgment.

”I didn’t understand how severe his psychological trauma was,” he admitted. He poured more wine into his empty glass, the quiet sound filling the room. ”Perhaps... I still don’t.”

Lara tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful.

”It’s strange,” she said slowly. ”Wasn’t he trained as a soldier?”

Ares looked up.

”Then why can’t he handle it?” she continued. ”His guilt... it looks like it’s devouring him.”

For the first time that evening, Ares looked genuinely surprised.

How could she see through Asher so clearly?

She was supposed to be an amnesiac patient—someone who couldn’t even remember her own past.

Yet she had grasped something he himself had struggled to understand.

Ares leaned back in his chair.

”Asher used to be a soft, gentle boy,” he said quietly. ”He adored my grandfather and my father. He wanted to follow in their footsteps.”

His voice softened with memory.

”So even though he wasn’t naturally strong... he worked harder than anyone.”

He paused.

”He trained harder. Studied harder.”

The city lights flickered beyond the balcony like distant stars.

For a long moment after Ares spoke, neither of them moved.

The silence was not uncomfortable—but it was heavy. The kind of silence that lingered after something important had been said.

Lara slowly rotated the stem of her wine glass between her fingers.

”And the accident?” she asked quietly. ”What really happened?”

Ares’ jaw tightened.

He had expected that question.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees.

”It was a military escort mission,” he said. ”Routine. At least... it was supposed to be.”

His eyes drifted toward the balcony doors.

”Asher was not supposed to drive that day, but he insisted on driving.”

Lara listened carefully.

”There were three of them in the vehicle,” Ares continued.

His voice grew slower.

”He was distracted by some scenery. He looked away for a second, and then the accident happened.”

Lara’s brows drew together.

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