Rant and Deon attacked each other at the same time.
As a result, Deon's black lant's chest was slanted into Rant's chest, and Lant's dagger cut off Deon's throat.
As soon as Sierra saw them next to her, it was possible because Deon's movement was delayed for a while.
Deon then took out the sword that had been lodged in Lant's chest and was bitten.
It all happened in a flash of time.
"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Rant grabbed the bleeding chest and groaned in pain. On the other hand, Deon quietly stepped back and secured a distance from Randt
But the next moment, he grabbed the neck of the spilling blood and knocked collapsed.
Sierra breathed in when she saw the two of them. She covered her mouth with trembling hands.
She couldn't figure out what had happened to the two people before.
However, it was shocking because it was the first time that Rant and Deon had been so exhausted. The fluttering heart did not calm down at all.
The two looked in similar conditions, but Deon seemed to be injured at a dangerous vital point.
Unlike Rant, who somehow raises his upper body with bloodshot eyes, Deon could not get up easily.
In the meantime, it came to her that she was maintaining a straight posture against the sword.
"You, damn bastard...…."
Rant gave Deon a bitter stare and recited curses.
It was Deon who found Rant, escaping from the underground prison, and was sneaking toward the secret passage.
Without anyone saying first, the two attacked each other.
The relationship between father and son had already been severed. As if they were enemies of a lifetime, Rant and Deon fought harder than ever to kill each other.
And this is the result.
"Siera..."
Sierra was struck by Rant's red eyes.
"Come on, come on, come here and help me."
He ordered as if he had met well.
"Come on, let's finish that bastard's breathing...…."
Rant was going to kill Deon in a hurry when he was helpless.
Deon was Rant's most trusted and cherished child, but now he was more of a dangerous natural enemy than anyone else.
He had to kill him now so that he wouldn't leave any trouble behind.
Deon was serious when he came to Lant and attacked him. He was genuinely bent on killing his father, Rant.
Perhaps if Deon hadn't just slowed down for a while, it would have been Rant who's lying on the floor and dying.
So it was a great fluke for Rant that Sierra now appeared before him.
"Jeez... I need to get to my office to use the secret passage...…."
The current situation for Rant was not very good but he thought there was no way for a person to just die. Perhaps the mother was paying back for her daughter's sins.
If someone had helped earlier, it would have been easier to escape from the dungeon.
But Rant couldn't trust anyone.
Wasn't he betrayed by his most trusted children, Deon and Roxana?
Furthermore, the sorcerer, who was painted in the referee's room, was sure to be the work of his eldest daughter, Griselda.
So how many of those traitors have they taken? Those ungrateful bastards!
Once he started to doubt, there was no one he could trust among his children.
In that sense, Sierra was more reliable. She was a gentlewoman who had never disobeyed Rant's words in her life.
"What are standing there for? Come and get me up here right now."
Sierra slowly breathed out the breath she had endured for a while.
At first, her head and body froze in embarrassment, but soon she could easily grasp the situation that is now in front of her.
"Madam, it's a little bit late to go back the other way, so I'll go straight ahead."
Then, Emily stepped forward.
Rant burned her eyes even more because he didn't even know she was next to her.
"Aren't you Roxana's henchmen for four years? Why are you here? Don't talk nonsense. Get out of here.
The body, which was almost at its limit, was now complaining of difficulty in speaking.
A bloody scent rises from his mouth every time he spits out a word with a tingling rough breath.
"Sierra, do you want to die? Can't you come here quickly?"
Rant felt a rush and once again urged Sierra.
Emily felt the need to deal with Rant, but Sierra was ahead of her before she stepped forward.
"...why me?"
"What?"
Rant asked back, questioning his ears.
Beth behind Sierra said, "Madam," and called her quietly. She, too, was surprised.
Rather, Sierra looked calm.
Rant, who had been ragged all over and spilled blood but still threatening her, opened his mouth foolishly.
Sierra's hands grasping the hem of her clothes and biting her lips, trembled.
Her heart, which began to sway little by little while watching Rant, was now beating louder than ever.
But she didn't stop and continued.
"Why should I help you who killed my son and make my daughter unhappy?"
Rant's face was very worth seeing.
He was quite shocked by Sierra's protest, which he had never imagined.
"What's the point of your life?"
She was a woman who lived like a beautiful doll all her life. Sierra was always obedient to Rand and always quietly followed his will.
By the way, by the way...….
"Why do you have to live if you killed my child?"
How dare you say something to him now?
Sierra was looking at Rant with young eyes, a determination he had never seen before.
As soon as he saw those eyes, the image of Roxana with a knife in his back with Deon overlapped came in view.
Now that he sees it, she's the daughter of that mother!
"What a bummer…"! Your daughter, you know how to leave me alone? I'm going to cut off their limbs, dig their guts out, and kill them!"
Rant's eyes were turned upside down, throwing up blood and pouring out curse words supported by evil.
Sierra took it with her whole body with a white face. Nevertheless, she did not flinch or close her eyes to Rant once.
"I, ... ..."
At that time, Deon, who was still holding his neck, which is still bleeding like a fountain, raised himself from his seat.
"I, I'm gonna kill you.…."
However, he couldn't take a step away from his seat and bent his knee again.
Nevertheless, Deon's eyes were on Rant.
Rant saw Deon and gritted his teeth with a bloody cough.
"You're still alive, Rant Agriche."
It was then that a stranger's voice pierced the eardrum.
Rant suddenly stopped breathing and turned his head in the direction of the sound.
"You're...."
Cassis Pedelian, who appeared like a ghost on the last day of the harmony meeting, was now standing in front of him again.
Goldeyes, which did not contain any emotions, just cold, swept through the surrounding scene once.
The moment the bloody Deon and his eyes met, Cassis's lips opened slowly.
"When I heard that I chased Rant from the underground prison, I tried to give you a chance, but it wasn't enough."
At those words, the fire, which was asleep in Deon's eyes, began to glimmer again. But he had already lost control of his body.
"Then it's my turn."
Cassis took his eyes off without hesitation.
"Madam, let's go."
Not missing the right time, Emily told Sierra.
Cassis's eyes briefly touched Sierra's face. But he turned his head without saying anything.
Sierra glanced at Rant, who was still staring fiercely at her, and at Deon, who had fallen unconsciously.
Shortly after that, she bit her lips.