The sight of your brother's dead corpse lays in front of you. Gripping on the handle of the sword tightly before throwing them at the side.

You look behind you, seeing three figures staring at you with small smiles on their faces. Clearly proud and happy of what you did. Albert, William and Louis.

"Well done, our dove." Albert softly spoke as he came closer to you, wiping the blood off to our chin with his white gloved hands. "You did it."