chapter 152 If he knew, he would be so proud.

Ercole De Marco closed his eyes and never opened them again. Perhaps he still didn't know how he could face this woman.

Looking back to those days, I was full of energy and ambition, studying in the Eastside Border.

That year, the country was in ruins, bandits were roaming the country, and smoke of war was everywhere.

That year, he was trapped in Dreary River, surrounded by machines and battle array, and gave up literature to pursue martial arts.

Now he is...