Minamoto Wakasei had once believed that trust was a remarkably solid thing, because building trust required a very long time, and the longer it took to build something, the sturdier it ought to be—just like the city of Rome, which had weathered storms and stood tall for a thousand years without falling.
Yet what Minamoto Wakasei had never expected was that when trust truly collapsed, it was no different from a ruined city; destruction and demise required only a single fleeting moment.
He did not want to hear another single lie from Tachibana Masamune. The taste of being deceived by someone close was truly agonizing, like having one's heart torn apart piece by piece—no one could bear the sensation of their heart being slowly shredded.
Chapter 359