Harald clasped Theo and Lodbrok’s hands tightly, his shoulders trembling as if trying to steady the tidal wave of emotions rushing over him.

A whirlwind of memories flashed before Harald’s eyes, moments from his life that had been dominated by the manipulations of the Sacred Demon Cult and the ever-changing face of his beloved daughter. Now, at the end of his grueling journey, the thought of finally seeing her clear, bright eyes and her sweet, innocent face filled his heart with immeasurable joy.

Even though he hadn’t been able to sever the head of the Second Apostle, Harald felt relief knowing that by joining hands with Theo, he had at least salvaged some measure of victory. That alone made all the difference.

Theo and Lodbrok, who had no children of their own, couldn’t fully grasp the depth of Harald’s emotions. Yet they could understand his feelings to some extent.

“It’s fortunate,” Theo said.

“A relief indeed,” Lodbrok added.