Chapter 13 - 61

"Hey, hey. Miss Agriche?"

On his way to the building where he was staying, a man approached Roxana.

His hair seemed silver for a moment, so he paused, but when he looked again, his hair was white, not silver.

"Our chief, I mean...… He said he wanted to give it to Miss Agriche, so I came instead."

"Please say thank you."

Roxana was handed a bouquet of flowers and urged her to walk again.

The man mumbled after a moment as if he had something else to say but Roxana was not interested in him at all.

Her mind was busy with other thoughts.

The fact that Cassis finally came to the forefront meant that it was time.

"Yes, there will be a magnificent party soon."

Roxana's face was filled with a sweet smile that gave off a sense of maturity somewhere.

The colorful rose in full bloom broke in her hand.

Roxana walked with red petals flying in the air behind her.

* * *

A short time later, she arrived in the room of Rant Agriche.

As expected, he was nervously hanging around the room after failing to make contact with Noel Vertium.

"Father, I think we should go back to Agriche right now."

Roxana's words were questioned by Rant.

"What do you mean?"

"I just met Deon and heard from him...…."

Rant's face was then distorted violently.

"While my father was away, Pontine's (the eldest) rebelled."

* * *

They left Wigdrasil right away.

Jeremy, who had left the banquet hall first following Roxana's words, had prepared the servants in advance.

So they could get ready right away and head for Agriche.

"Rand Agrice has just left the castle."

The news came to Cassis, too.

Before he knew it, he had taken off his robes at the banquet hall.

"Ready?"

"We've already finished as instructed."

"I'm leaving right now."

Instead of glossy shoes, rugged leather boots stepped on a red carpet laid in the hallway. The deep blue cape on the shoulder shook along with the restrained steps.

Cassis, who took off his robes, looked more like a disciplined knight or an experienced hunter than a noble.

Today was the last day of the harmony meeting, and now the banquet was still in full swing.

Maybe that's why there was no one wandering around the accommodation.

Then suddenly, Cassis saw his younger sister Sylvia.

Sylvia, who changed into an outdoor suit like Cassis, approached Cassis.

"Brother, be careful."

The gold eyes, which resemble Cassis but give off a much warmer and softer feeling, looked up at him with a weak concern in them.

Cassis reached out and disheveled her sister's hair.

"Go back with your father. I'll go straight to Fedelian when I'm done."

He didn't have to meet his father, Richel, now because he had already finished talking.

Cassis left Wigdrasil as quietly as he did when he first came here.

The destination was Agriche, where the old long-cherished desire remained.

* * *

The red-burning ball fell on the horizon.

There was such a deep sense of disquiet in Agriche that it felt strange.

The ominous energy was felt not only from the inside of the wall but also from the outside.

"Get him right in front of me!"

Rant ordered fiercely as soon as he entered the mansion.

He was furious when he learned of the news of his eldest son's rebellion.

Rant made his own ruling and ordered the judge to bring Pontine to the room of the judge, which was used to punish the criminal.

The interior of the mansion was somewhat chaotic, perhaps because of a disturbance while Rant was away.

Several brothers and housewives who were interested in the incident came out of the room and snooped.

Among them was Roxana's half-sister, Griselda.

Roxana followed Rant and found her and slowed her down.

Behind Roxana, Griselda quietly followed.

Looking at Lant's back, Roxana opened her lips small.

"Ready?"

"It's over."

Roxana's face didn't have a small change in expression.

After the conversation, the two widened their distance again.

The red butterfly from Roxana disappeared quietly as if it were permeating the wall.

"Jeremy, you clean up outside."

"Okay, sister."

Soon Roxana followed his father Rand Agriche into the judgment room.

* * *

After a while, the besieged Pontine was dragged into the referee's room.

"Pontine, you creep...…!"

Rant approached Pontine, who was kneeling on the floor, grumbling like he was.

Fontaine, who had been arrested for plotting a rebellion, had been seriously injured.

Deon, who overpowered him, hurt his arm, so it was obvious without having to check with his eyes what Pontine would be like.

"Oh, Father!"

Pontine hurriedly opened his mouth when he saw Rant approaching him.

"It's all a misunderstanding...… ugh--!

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the leader in Rant's hand swung.

It was the judge's room where Lant had so far sentenced sinners to death in accordance with the gravity of their wrongdoings, and sometimes made a summary decision himself.

It was here that he ordered his children to be disposed of. (I hope he dies there too )

Puck! Puck!

Rant waved his hand as if he was about to beat Pontine to death.

Blood splashed on the dazzling marble floor whenever a hard stick decorated with metal at the end hit Pontine.

There was not an ounce of mercy in his hand.

"How dare you!"

Puck! Puck!

"To put a knife in my back...…!"

Puck!

Rant's eyes, looking down at Pontine, contained blazing anger. I could even feel life from him.

Although he was in middle age, Lant's presence and power were second to that of Pontine.

Furthermore, Pontine was tied to his limbs and had suffered major injuries due to rough handling before then. Therefore, he was helplessly beaten by Rant.

Puck!

Eventually, the leader in Rant's hand broke. Only then did Rant stop beating Pontine.

"Burgey-ass. I gave birth to a man who was less than an embargo. How dare you try to get behind this father."

Rant threw the broken leader on the floor, staring at Pontine, who had been sagged with blood, with a grim look.

"You didn't think I knew you were secretly behind my back? But I tried to give you a chance, but you dare betray me like this...…!"

Fontaine fell to the floor bleeding and covered Rant's anger from the top of his head.

His eyes were burning while he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

Damn it, how'd you get caught? The whole plan was perfect.

Deon, if he hadn't just popped up in the middle and interrupted...…!

Fontine's eyes, filled with hatred, shot Deon at the door.

"Father, this is...This is all for you, that bastard! He's trying to frame me! I feel wronged...."

"You're still talking nonsense."

Rant remained aloof despite Pontine's vehement appeal.

"You thought I didn't know your shallow trick? I was the one who put Deon under surveillance when I knew you were secretly gathering soldiers from behind."

The words forced Fontine to glare.