Orel looked at Antoine who was already in his last breath. He found it really amusing for the Second Prince to die so easily like this.
"It is as what the rumors have said about you. You can only live under the shadow of the First Prince and even the trash Third Prince was even more famous than you. How silent your death was!"
But Antoine could no longer hear his gloating as the light in his crystal blue eyes was already glowing dimly.
His mouth stretched to a wide grin while he lifted his foot to try to step on Antoine's head while mocking. "Uhmm… Well, it might be better for me to absorb your life. I wonder what would it feel to absorb a Seirende?"
That particular night was the quietest night in the Empire. The only sound that one could hear was the sound of the bells ringing, marking the sacrificial death of the Second Prince.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
