An explosion occurred on the other side of the kingdom. The sound was uproar. The sound alone was enough to chase away the sun-enjoying birds.

However, no damage was happening. The smoke signs were also not visible. Of course, Rosemary's magic was the reason behind that safety.

The one who witnessed the explosion in person was none other than the knight and the magus. The victim was a murderer. The smell of human flesh filled the room.

The blood from the explosion stuck to the floor closely. Together with half of the man's body. Whatever it was, the killer had blown up his stomach.

Now, the body had been divided into two. Half of his thighs and feet were still resting on the chair, but her head and chest were lying on the floor.

More than all that, Eveline was more concerned about the safety of those who helped her.

She looked at the knight who was trying hard to contain his nausea.

"Come out first, it's okay," Eveline said to the knight.

"H-how about you?"

The man's face was almost white. Eveline didn't blame him. What was in front of them was simply too fantastic in terms of madness.

"It's okay, it's okay. He's dead anyway, there's nothing to protect."

"Then, excuse me."

The knight then lowered his head before exiting the place. Leaving behind the body and the magus.

Unlike the knight earlier, Eva had a very calm face. She still found this disgusting, but this wasn't the first time she'd seen it. Long ago, when she was a child, wars were frequent.

Spells like this were also often used when someone was caught by an enemy. However, Eva could hardly believe anyone was still using it.

"What to do ..."

She was glad she witnessed it alone, as for Clara - her daughter - was busy accompanying the princess.

A spell was recited by the magus to confirm the person's death and this was not an illusion.

And it was correct. That person had died. Nyx the last thing he mentions. Eva knew. The magus recognized that name. The name of a goddess.

The woman was silent in her thoughts, to the point that the pair of doors were just opened.

Instantly the room was no longer so silent. Sounds from outside the room burst in, along with fresh air. The breaths of the other two individuals were audible.

"Mother!"

Clara shouted. Her face was filled with worry. Adelle trailed behind her calmly.

"Clara!"

Eva panicked. The body just appeared clearly. Before the eyes of her daughters.

***

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Under the orange sky, the horse carriage sped off. Through the trees on a road that was not large. There wasn't one other carriage there.

In that carriage, there were only two boys and one horse guide. The three of them were there. The destination was the palace.

"What was she talking about?"

Lucius asked Darius. He was worried earlier. He couldn't rely everything on Darius, his heart is not in ease. Everything that had happened was really not that easy to believe.

"Ah, she just said that in exchange, I should grant her wish. Yes, but I still don't know what she will ask for."

That was how Darius answered. The answer came out lightly. The expression on the elder's face showed confidence. As if everything had gone according to plan and there was nothing to worry about. His heart also didn't seem to be filled with anxiety.

"What could she ask for?"

The younger one asked back. Right now, inside his head was a pile of questions.

"Whose memory is that?"

"What will happen now?"

"Why does that place feel so close ...?"

The biggest question for him is, "Who is Peter?"

And in order to avoid all those questions, he tried to talk about insignificant matters with Darius. Just to allay worry about all of this. Yes, everything would be fine, right?

"I don't know, maybe a harvest offering and something like that," Darius answered again.

"Doesn't Darius feel like ... strange?" asked Lucius.

They sat across from each other. Those very similar faces looked at each other. One was full of questions. The other one smiled.

Seeing his brother smiling like that, Lucius tried to get rid of the feelings that had come to haunt him.

"Calm down. Nothing will happen."

The hand then ruffled the younger brother's hair. Roughly scrambled it. The owner of golden hair then held a hand that touched it.

"What are you doing?!" he protested.

The older one then laughed, moving his hand away.

"Sorry, sorry. After all, you seem to think. And think doesn't suit you."

"Are you mocking me?!"

"No, I'm telling you the truth. Say, when was the last time you thought?" Darius asked.

"I've always thought everything before doing it!"

A simple and insignificant debate. However, it somehow made Lucius a little relieved now. Darius gave a certainty that he would not change, even if later the throne becomes his place.

"Lucius, do you know what my only thoughts are now?"

Darius asked his brother. Starting a new conversation.

"No," Lucius replied, shaking his head, "what?"

"I wonder what the Old Man's face would be like when Druantia told him about this."

"Looks like he will be shocked or he won't be shocked at all. It can't be something in the middle. But Darius, what will I do if you become King?"

"Hmm ..."

The boy who was asked the question thought. His hand was on the chin. His eyes fixed on the ceiling. He had thought about it once, but not so seriously.

"Honestly, I think you can do whatever you want when I get the position," he said quietly, "it's okay to be lazy too ..."

Thus, their conversation fell into an insignificant shutter. Presupposition, feelings, and ideals. Conversation between two brothers.

***

Clara sat on a chair in the mother's room. The sight disgusted her. She had expelled all the filling of her stomach. Her face looked pale. It didn't look healthy at all.

She held the hands of two other people who were there. Adelle and her mother. This was the first time she saw someone who was torn in two. And only this time she could not keep her calm.

"Is Clara better?" Adelle asked, worriedly. Clara answered with a nod.

"It's all right, thank you."

In contrast to Clara, Adelle seemed fine. The only expression she showed was a worry for a friend. She didn't seem disgusted, let alone scared.

Eva did find it odd. However, she didn't want to ask now. Her worry lied on the same person, her daughter.

"Clara, just sleep, you will be better."

As soon as Eva spoke. This time, the girl didn't argue. Usually, she will say, "I'm fine."

"Sorry, Adelle. So troublesome for you too."

"It's okay, it's okay. Clara has to rest."

The girl then lay down and fell asleep quickly. Eveline and Adelle only left after confirming that Clara was no longer awake.

"What did you get, Lady Rosemary?" asked Adelle after they closed the door.

"Ah, why do you ask, Adelle?"

"I just want to know why someone tried to kill me."

That was what Adelle said. Her face showed a calm like water. She didn't look scared, vengeful, or anything.

"Uh ... last time he just said about Nyx."

"Ah, thanks. I'll excuse myself, please look after Clara."