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In the duchy where blood splattered on roses,
"Jellal...you bas...tard...how dare you...how dare you??!" Jellal looking indifferent kept thrusting his sword into his older brother with his back attached to the wall, with hands tied with the vine of the rose.
The last one among his older brother remaining died by the hand of Jellal. But the man who was the most powerful of all the Mortel in the duchy was still standing alive with blood covered his entire white suit as he made his way to Jellal.
"...let's finish this." his voice was like a blade stuck inside Jellal's heart but that blade no longer pains him anymore as he took the sword out and pointed it at his own father.
"Yes, your grace."
