"Ah..."
Duke Kelly looked at the tragic state of Reylia and sighed in his heart, thinking that she was probably beyond saving.
That gun must have been of legendary power, with bullets carrying the force of rules, surely one of the famed firearms of the Pan Continent. A close-range hit to the head—if Reylia somehow survived, it would be a miracle.
Where on earth did Florecia get that gun?
Despite the many guests and Duke Moro's no-expense-spared efforts to save her, Reyceria's body finally... turned into a mass of flesh that seemed to have been sliced into countless pieces by fine threads.
"Gone... It's all gone."
Duke Moro stared blankly at what had been his 'grandson.'
All his grand ambitions crumbled into fantasy with his grandson's death.
The circling nobles were also in agony.
Damn it, how could it end up like this?
