Ⅵ
Countless eyes along the Inner River watched the white passenger ship.
When a black figure appeared on the upper deck, Rory's breathing quickened-
Come on! Come on!
I'm about to take the stage!
And the color of blood far surpasses flowers!
And your corpse, Arthur Credos, will be my finest stepping stone!
He burned with savage anticipation.
The Marquis's son was like a starving wolf.
Beside him, Little Tammy lowered his head slightly, concealing the coldness and excitement in his eyes.
The coldness was killing intent.
The excitement was a hunter's instinct.
He had chosen to cooperate with Burton, the Marquis's second son, not merely because Burton had approached him, but also because he wanted to sample the blood of those in power.
That taste...
It should be different from those commoners', shouldn't it?
Burton crouched low, gripping a sword in each hand.
The solid feel of the hilts gave him an immense sense of security and...
Confidence!
If he had a choice, he would not have wanted this either.
But his elder brother had kept pushing him into a corner.
He had no other choice.
He...
Did not want to become the next Carral!
The thought of that relative, who was far more talented than he was yet had still been ruthlessly driven out, only strengthened the resolve of the Marquis's second son-Rory had to die!
As long as Rory lived, he could neither eat nor sleep in peace.
And this was his chance.
With that thought, the Marquis's second son began to steady his breathing.
Hidden in the crowd, Windsor quietly watched it all.
The lady's brown eyes gleamed all the more keenly in the shadows.
She had found a way to maximize her gains.
The next moment-
The lady looked toward the Eastern.
Toward that black