Once white floor of the manor was filled with blood-red puddles and splashes, heart-rending screams and unnatural-looking faces frozen in one expression. A terrible murder happened couple of minutes ago, leaving a mark in mind of young noble who remained the last one of the once flourishing estate.

Scarlet predatory eyes stared at the trembling figure on the floor, whose gaze was completely clouded by tears. Of course, his father ordered to destroy this whole generation that tried to resist Agriche, but he can keep a little trophy for himself, right?

Slightly chuckling, but without any change in his face, Dion took off his bloody glove and came closer to the trembling person. His hand took their chin and lifted their head a little higher to look at this despair and denial of what happened.

"Sweet face..."