The voices of people in and around the palace were heard and broke the silence of the night. In one corner of the desolated building, Rion stood opposite Duke Adhelard. They hadn’t seen each other in a long time.
Looking at Duke Adhelard, the memories of Lucas sprang up in Rion’s mind. He held his breath. His heart ached and his chest tightened, filled with guilt, but he covered it with a face as flat as a board.
Duke Adhelard had navy hair and eyes like Lucas’s. The contours of his face were also like Lucas. If Lucas lived to be 50 years old, he would look like Duke Adhelard.
Not only Rion who remembered about Lucas but Trish too. His chest felt tight, but he knew that there was someone who felt his chest being tied tighter than him.
He glanced at Rion worriedly.
“Long time no see,” Rion spoke first.
“You lived happily after beheading Lucas. I’m impressed,” Duke Adhelard said coldly while looking at Rion.
