At this point in time,
Having resurrected after a hundred years, Isaac could finally calm his heart and return to his hometown. After witnessing the world that had seemingly changed, yet remained the same,
he finally began to doubt his past endeavors and the worth of his life.
Annan was not surprised by this.
Rather, it was rare for souls like Hugo and Salvatore, who would spare no expense or guarantee of results, to sacrifice themselves wholly for the sake of others… that were the true minority.
It was a qualification that could be called saintly.
But Annan could not hold Isaac to Salvatore's standards.
After all, hoping that one's efforts would yield returns was quite human.
"As for what you said… this country has changed a lot over the past hundred years, yet it seems as if nothing has changed. That's actually quite normal."
Annan held a glass of wine with both hands, took a sip, and quietly answered, "Because what you changed was 'a lot', not 'everything'."
