Meanwhile, in the throne room where Samael and Stefan engaged in an intense fight, Samael's eyelids fluttered as he gazed up.
"Rufus," he whispered, balling his hand into a fist because the second Rufus' heart stopped, Samael felt it.
"It seemed Sir Barrett died." Samael snapped his eyes upon hearing Stefan's voice. "Don't worry, you will follow him soon so he wouldn't be sad."
"It wasn't you," Samael whispered with narrowed eyes. "The humming… it was the same as that night in the banquet. So, it wasn't yours."
"I will deal with those mice after you."
"Stefan." A smile turned up on Samael's face, running his bloody fingers through his unruly argent hair. "I didn't know how blind and foolish you are. Those rats in hiding… can't you feel their uncalled participation in this?"
"Alphonse, Quentin, Beatrice, and a lot more people, Stefan," Samael continued in an arrogant tone. "You're so fucking dumb not to see the situation you're in."
