Chapter 440 He Confesses

Arthur's gaze lifted slightly when he saw her, his eyes as dull and lifeless as ash, devoid of any fighting spirit. Isolde had originally planned to merely observe from a distance, but upon seeing Arthur's desolate expression, a wave of sympathy unexpectedly welled up in her. She had never felt sympathy for an enemy before, and so she found herself puzzled by this unfamiliar emotion rising within her. The sorrow in his eyes seemed oddly familiar, as if she had seen it before, and that recognition tugged at her heart.