"Rhys…?"
Guilt—no. Remorse—no.
No one could really tell what Rhys was feeling right now as he just listened to the breaths that were escaping his sister's lips. There was not even a certain tremble in her voice, not even a malicious or ominous tone; all there was was confusion as to why Rhys was there — as if there was not a mutilated and mangled corpse just casually resting at the table near them.
Rhys did not even need to look twice to know that the body and the decapitated corpse belonged to Sylas—no. He had always imagined what Sylas would look like with his stomach and guts exploding, and right now, he was finally seeing it… except it wasn't him that did it.
"Rhys? You… are weirding me out right now." And once again, Emilia was completely acting casually as she once again pushed herself away from Rhys; this time managing to pull away as she looked at his face,
