His eyes were burning red, his breathing heavy and his laugh cold, maniac at the very least. The servants and butlers in the room trembled. The moment the duke saw his daughter’s dead body…they knew it was over. The empire would burn to ashes.

It’s clear, he’s losing Leonia forever. Which is the one thing he wanted to avoid. She’s only nine, she doesn’t deserve to die so young.

No one does.

Leonia was a young flower that had blossomed…and yet. Her petals had been torn off her stem so quickly. As if the wind itself had chosen her. And it took her away from her father. So in that case, he’ll take away the wind.

“Give her to me.” He said sharply, his tone dark and menacing. Mono trembles, handing the little girl to him. Wrapped up in blankets, in her own blood…the poor child was soulless now. Phileo’s hand trembled and another cruel laugh escaped his lips. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement. It was a laugh of agony, of a father losing his beloved daughter. Such pain cannot be expressed properly.

“You…why did you…” He whispers softly in her ear, knowing damn well she couldn’t hear him. She was lost in the pit of death, too far down to hear him. He trembles more, his eyes turning red. The knights almost gasped. His eyes got crimson, murderous…

The Beast’s Fang.

The power only inherited by a handful of Boleoti members. And the powerful duke was one of them. The other was Leonia. This made Melisse wonder why the little lady didn’t unleash her Beast’s Fang before someone stabbed her. Perhaps she’s still too young for that. As Phileo used those powers, it started to spread and have an effect on everything. The servants fainted. The butlers blacked out…

The knights kneeled down, falling to their knees. The pressure got to them. And the duke wasn’t going to use this on nothing. He will destroy this damned empire to shambles.

If Leonia falls, everyone does.