Weldon's voice was still trembling. "They... what did they do..."
Rhode looked Weldon in the eye and said, "You can go down into the cellar and see for yourselves what an evil place your ancestors' resting place has become. And I promise you, if you ever follow in your parents' footsteps, I won't hesitate to send you to join them!"
This time, Rhode did not raise his voice, but he sounded even more intimidating.
"I..." This time, not only did Weldon's voice tremble harder, but his lips also turned pale and quivered. "I... I didn't know. But I... I don't want to be a bad person."
Seeing how hard he seemed to be trying to control his fear, Rhode could not help feeling a little sorry for him.
He reached out, intending to stroke the little fellow's head and reassure him.
Instead, the movement frightened Weldon. He gave a small yelp and squeezed his eyes shut.
But he still stood straight and did not step back.
Rhode patted Weldon's head and said gently, "As long as you don't become a bad person, I won't trouble you."
Then Rhode turned to Illucia. "The same goes for you. You need to help your brother manage this place properly."
With that, Rhode left, and the soldiers in the hall followed him out.
Watching their figures gradually disappear, Weldon, who had been trembling all along, finally collapsed onto the floor.
He covered his face and sobbed softly. "I was so scared... he... he really didn't kill us."
Illucia crouched down and gently patted Weldon's back. "You were very brave, little brother. You did wonderfully. With him charging over like that, I didn't even dare speak to him."
"Big sister, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do..." Illucia turned and stared blankly