Chapter 63.2

Everyone was curious about the lady that had captured Canillian Vales cold heart. But they had no way to find out. They were mainly focused on whether or not there would be a fight between the brothers for Princess Rosina.

The young ladies gaze is pa.s.sionate. Is it because of Sir Canillian?

The sarcasm stopped her. As Lia turned around from walking towards the princ.i.p.als office for her diploma, she saw Tolin for the first time in a long while.

You havent changed, said Canillian. I thought you entered the war. Perhaps, your brother is fighting on your behalf?

Sorry to say, but I was exempt as I am the only male in my family. Why didnt you enter the fighting? Is there something wrong with you? Tolin countered.

Yes. Im weak and useless. Even if I joined, I wouldve been baggage. I know my place very well, young Count.

A few people laughed at Canillians retort. Tolin blushed at such a remark, looked around, and coughed.

I didnt mean it like that. I had no intention of making fun of you. I was just, Tolin hesitated, worried. Congratulations on graduating with honors. He offered his hand.

Lia looked down at it in annoyance.

What is this? Is he trying to apologize? Or just bully me in another fas.h.i.+on?

She looked him in the eyes and grabbed his hand. She frowned at the way he clenched her hand, but their handshake was brief.

Congratulations on graduating as well, Canillian said.

Lia walked into the princ.i.p.als office and received her diploma. Princ.i.p.al Jonathan hugged her looking deeply moved. He had sent two sons off to war and has aged rapidly since the war started.

The princ.i.p.al gave the entire cla.s.s their diplomas and became teary. There were many diplomas in front of him that hadnt yet been picked uptheir recipients busy with war.

Everyone in attendance hoped for a safe return of their cla.s.smates and their loved ones.

Through the crowd ran someone who looked like a reporter.

Its the end of the war! His Majesty Prince Wade declared the end of war!

The response was disbelief.

Its true! Right now! They executed Eren Sergio! They executed the enemy!

Everyone greeted the news with raucous cheersalmost loud enough to shake the building.

Lia stood in the midst of the cacophony and closed her teary eyes.

The long, life-changing war was finally over.

***

Its finally over.

Prince Wade brushed back his b.l.o.o.d.y hair and sat on the sofa. He then stared at Duke Claude who was looking out the window.

Three years.

A long three years.

Through the window Claude observed a sobbing King Rowan hugging Eren Sergios lifeless body. But Rowans sobs were ended by a single discharge from his first sons gun.

It was when Ian Sergio joined the allies that the scales tipped toward the Empire.

Its too soon to declare the end of war, replied Claude, his shoulders wide, his blue eyes cold, his black hair long and unkempt.

Claude pulled the cork from a wine bottle and drank. Even though he has been drenched in blood throughout these past three years, he was still elegant. What changed, if anything, was that his body became stronger and the atmosphere heavier. Any craziness that didnt show now, lurked inside dangerously.

Wade looked at his cousin, who exuded depression, and shrugged his shoulders.

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Its been three years. It took three years to kill Eren Sergio. Its time to go back. Duke, lets be honest. You cant hold back any longer.

We still havent found Marquis Gliad.

Hes just missing. Hes not dead. We can find him, Claude.

The Duke filled his gla.s.s instead of answering Wades comment.

The capital of Geore had been completely taken over by the allies. As the disinherited Pierre Sergio requested an alliance with the Empire, the killing machine Ian Sergio naturally followed.

It was the new kings job to clear the palace.

Claude, disappointed in both the wine and the circ.u.mstances, threw his gla.s.s into the fireplace.

The fire flared and popped.

Is it really over? Has Claude avenged his fathers death?

As Claude walked through the hallway smeared with blood, he saw Ian Sergio, who just finished dispatching someone with a bullet to the head. Ian wiped off the barrel of his gun, but left it when he saw Claude.

Ian walked towards him smiling.

The dark sky was pregnant with snow. The two men faced each other, both keenly aware of the scent of blood. Neither of them held a weapon, but the atmosphere was as tense as if they held swords against one anothers throats.

I found the Marquis, said Ian, wiping blood off his cheek with the back of his hand. Hes being held prisoner by General Dibuiser on the western front.

Did you save him?

Not yet.

Save him, commanded Claude, glaring at Ian.

Hm, said Ian as he tapped his cheek like a scholar deep in thought.

He slowly circled around Claude.

Do you remember? That Geore and Kayan will soon be allied by marriage?

Claudes eyes slowly narrowed. Ians words hung in the air, taunting Claude.

I do.

I put in a marriage proposal to Marquis Vale back then. But I havent received the answer. Perhaps he didnt want to send his only daughter to another country.

Only daughter?

Yes. He has one daughter. Someone who should be mine, Ian replied confidently.

Claude seized upon Ians collar and pushed him roughly against a pillar.

Ian maintained his nonchalance through the pain. Ha! Why are you so angry?

Claude remained expressionless as he said, So, are you saying youre going to make a deal with the Marquis? His release in exchange for a marriage?

And if I do?

Ian grabbed Claudes hands that were still holding his collar.

A cruel, chilling smile spread across the Dukes face.

You dare to use my Canillia?