A red-haired youth heard his father call his name, a flash of terror crossing his eyes. He swallowed hard and crept cautiously into the magic array.
Under the gaze of the white-haired old man, the white light of the magic array dissipated, replaced by a deep crimson.
"Lawful evil."
Looking at the dazzling red light, the white-haired old man sighed, lifted the knight sword in his hand, and walked before the red-haired youth.
The red-haired youth looked at the sword in his father's hand. A sudden bad premonition arose in his heart, and he wanted to flee, but his body refused to move no matter what.
"Fa... Father, you... you..."
Before the red-haired youth could finish speaking, the white-haired old man tightened his grip on the knight sword, pierced his heart, and whispered near his ear, "Oleta, go in peace. Father will soon follow to keep you company below."
Count Violetta looked at the younger brother killed by his own father's hands, a look of sorrow on his face. He couldn't help but turn his head away, unable to bear the sight.
For the continuation of the family, they had only to do this.
As for harboring hatred toward Qixing Count, he held no such thought, nor did he dare to entertain one.
That the other party spared them and chose to conceal certain truths was already a great mercy; to demand anything further would be sheer greed.
When the red-haired youth's life aura completely faded, the white-haired old man slowly withdrew the knight sword, set it aside, and picked up the corpse of his child. He walked down the stairs, placed it upon a stone slab, and after tidying its appearance, returned beneath the bronze statue to resume the judgment.
"Vianna, come up."
Among the crowd, a glamorous woman