I stood frozen, facing the father who was staring blankly at his son, who had instantly turned into a corpse. How could I possibly remain unaffected?
My father is human too.
There must be the years spent with the children, the memories accumulated, and the bond formed from them.
I knew that best, having lived as my father's daughter.
"What the hell, you bastard?"
It was only after hearing Ryan's surprised voice that I turned my head away from my father.
I was wondering what it was...
David's face, which had been clearly smeared beyond recognition, was now intact.
It was obvious whose it was.
'Ah. But where is it?'
Come to think of it, something I haven't seen for a while...
"Ha."
Ryan let out a hollow laugh while looking somewhere.
Far away, under the table.
Diana was hiding deep inside, with only her eyes peeking out from under her cloak.
As soon as she came into Ryan's sight, she was startled and pulled her cloak back over her head, crouching down.
It was a desperate struggle to avoid being seen by Ryan, the possessor of an instant kill ability.
"Do you think you can survive like that?"
Ryan said, sounding bewildered.
Diana seemed to genuinely want to live.
Judging by the fact that she had secretly repaired David, perhaps considering her his only salvation while everyone was distracted by Elliott's death.
Even the fact that she left her father's wound untreated, perhaps out of fear of being caught.
"Why aren't you treating the stab wound on Father's neck? You were making such a fuss trying to give him medicine earlier?"
"..."
Despite Ryan's question, Diana absolutely refused to stick her face out. Her curled-up cloak just trembled.
"Father's face is pale, and he's gasping for breath right now; aren't you going to come out?"
"..."
"Yeah, I knew it."
For some reason, Ryan chuckled as if he found it satisfying.
"So you were pulling a stunt earlier because you couldn't stall for time if your father died. Now that it looks hopeless, your true nature is showing. What wonderful family love."
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he grabbed David's now normal face and turned it this way and that.
"That wicked girl, if it's easier to save a dying human like this than to move her fingers..."
Ryan choked up as he spoke.
"Just let me bury our Harpy intact! I asked you to do that!"
"Ah!"
Someone responded to Ryan's complaining with an exclamation.
It was Gabriel.
"Harpy! I remember. Ryan! It was a cute bird you really cherished! Was it a yellow-feathered canary?"
"Yeah, you lunatic! My Harpy that you tore to pieces!"
"Hahaha! That's right, that's right. You were crying so much back then! I don't know why though!"
...Gabriel hadn't changed at all.
Both an angelic face and a terrible nature that cannot empathize with the emotions of others.
"Ugh. Seriously, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind every time that bastard opens his mouth."
Ryan stopped dealing with Gabriel and patted David's cheek.
"Stop pretending to be dead and get up, you bastard."
"..."
“Wake up!”
“My lord.”
Max shook his head, trying to calm down the agitated Ryan.
"...?"
"You know when the Lord got angry earlier and smashed the back of his head?"
I flinched when I realized what was being said.
"He was already dead at that time."
...Oh my god.
It seemed he had already died long ago, unable to withstand the torture.
I looked in surprise at David, who had become fine only after he had already died.
"What, what..."
Ryan, staggering in shock as if he couldn't believe it, shouted.
"That's ridiculous! Just? You're going to die from just that? Is your body made of glass or something?!!!"
"Just?.... If you smash someone's head that hard, they usually die."
That moment.
Slurp.
The father slumped to the ground.
Everyone turned to look at him.
The father, who had witnessed the deaths of his two sons right before his eyes in an instant.
His face was shattered, filled with despair and pain. His face, pale from the heavy blood loss, made him look even more tormented.
I felt a strange sensation at the look on my father's face, one I had never seen before.
The second son, forced to watch their deaths.
And the first son, beaten to death.
Truly, could there be any punishment as cruel as this...
Is there any other punishment as cruel as this?
Just then, the sound of footsteps rushing toward the meeting hall was heard.
Tatatatata.
I flinched and turned around.
Fortunately, the reinforcements who burst in were all wearing Imperial Knights uniforms.
The fact that they had reached the meeting hall on the 8th floor meant that the Wassenberg forces within the castle had been completely subdued.
"Oh, son-in-law, have you arrived?"
The father's expression, which had seemed to be crumbling even further, became even more miserable upon seeing the 'Third Prince' entering.
You probably guessed it, but at this moment, you must have realized it for sure.
It was not Ryan's personal revenge, but a thoroughly planned mass hunt orchestrated in collaboration with the Imperial Family.
"Why on earth are you in here...!"
Nike, who had been looking around while roughly wiping the blood from his cheek, grabbed me in surprise as soon as he found me.
Stop.
I quickly turned my eyes and began to scan the lulled situation.
He seemed relieved only after confirming that David and Elliott, who were the top priority targets to be eliminated, were dead.
"Your Highness."
Ryan approached, scratching his cheek.
"I couldn't control my strength, so the first one ended up dying. It hasn't been long since he died, so he's still warm. Do you want to keep poking at him until you feel satisfied?"
"What?"
That human!
"Well, I mean, that bastard was really rude to Your Highness anyway, and..."
When I glared at him secretly, Ryan flinched and stammered.
"Why go out of your way to do something like that?"
Fortunately, Nike shook his head, though.
"If that's what you want to do, I have no right to stop you. Take care of the body separately or figure it out yourself."
The added remark was shocking.
I found my father staggering while sitting on the ground, listening to the two of them nonchalantly exchanging words.
Imagine how it must feel to hear a conversation mocking you, saying they would desecrate your corpses, when all it is enough is losing your sons right before your eyes.
A deep wound on the neck, and psychological trauma.
I felt that my father was slowly dying.
As if sharing the same thought, Nike, who had been watching my father, took a bottle of salvation medicine from his bosom and approached him.
He knelt on one knee to check on Father's condition up close, then uncorked the bottle and thrust it at him.
"Drink."
"..."
Father looked at Nike and the medicine with empty eyes.
We received a request from Revan to bring Father back alive.
That was for the sake of the 'superpowered people' who had to continue living, including Ryan and me.
"The coexistence of ordinary humans and those with supernatural abilities will inevitably become a problem in some way or another. I believe that Duke Wassenberg's ability is the only way to solve that problem."
I can't guarantee success, but since Revan said he would give it a try...
Slap!
However, Father waved his hand and refused the medicine. The flying medicine bottle shattered and rolled across the floor.
"Wow, is this guy crazy? Do you know how much that costs!"
Ryan was angry.
"Kill me..."
Father glared at Nike in front of him and said.
"Do you think I'm crazy... that I would be dragged away alive like this..."
It was a natural reaction for him.
There must be a reason for taking him away alive. After all, he must have clearly foreseen that a life worse than death awaited him.
Unpleasant blood continued to flow from the wound on the neck.
His mind had collapsed beyond repair, and he had no will to live.
As time passed, he would naturally die.
With a detached expression, the father barely managed to move his powerless arm and pulled the dead Elliott.
Barely straightening his head, which had been swaying back and forth as if dizzy, he held his dead son and smiled faintly.
It seemed satisfactory that death at least prevented us from achieving what we wanted in the end.
Mirror Eye - Restoration of Light
The wound heals instantly.
My father’s eyes widened.
Startled, he fumbled around his neck, then quickly turned around.
Diana was still trembling, hidden inside her cloak.
It can't be her.
Father's confused gaze, eventually,
He turned toward me, who was standing there silently.
And did you realize something?
With a grotesquely twisted expression, a face that was neither smiling nor crying...
"Huh, hmmm..."
He stared intently.
Me.
A fatal mistake that was unraveled by his own hands.
"H-hhhhh! Aaaaah!"
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