Ⅱ
Pistrie felt a weight settle into his hands. His elder brother's head was now in them.
His heart sank with it.
He looked at his brother's unseeing eyes, the disbelief in those pale golden irises, and felt as though he were seeing his own death.
That unease made the Old Lion's youngest son swallow.
But it brought him no relief.
Instead, his dry throat only made the Old Lion's youngest son feel worse.
Instinctively, the Old Lion's youngest son looked toward Acker.
And then-
No one.
Apart from the headless corpse and ten human skins on the floor, he was alone.
There was not another living soul.
Whoosh!
A warm breeze swept in with the dawn, yet it made the Old Lion's youngest son shudder.
He could no longer suppress his fear.
For the first time, it truly began to spread through him.
The instant the Old Lion's youngest son etched that middle-aged man who looked like a laborer into his memory, certain thoughts he should never have entertained vanished completely.
Pistrie did not want to die.
Especially not such an inexplicable death.
He had dreams of his own.
He absolutely could not die like this.
Pistrie carefully stepped around his elder brother's headless corpse, then avoided the ten human skins as well-the assassin could have destroyed them, but had left them behind.
Pistrie knew there had to be something suspicious about this.
His partner undoubtedly had other aims.
But...
That had nothing to do with him.
He only needed to carry out the established plan.
With that thought, the Old Lion's youngest son's steps grew firmer.
The next moment, he rushed outside with his brother's head in his arms.
Barro Hamlet rose early.
There would be quite a show today.
Those people from St. Joan's Girls' Academy