[ INNER PALACE ]
The fight between Abel and Maximus raged on, leaping from space to space. The sparks each time they clashed were the only thing that one could catch in the fight. When another piercing sound of metals clashing against each other resonated, both of them landed meters away from each other.
Abel looked away, gazing toward the Forbidden Mansion. His attention was caught when Maximus's laughter caressed his ears.
"Among the Grimsbanne, Marsella is the only person who really deserves to carry that cursed blood," Maximus mused, his lips stretched from ear to ear. "Trust is surely hard to give, isn't it, my friend? You always act so strong and nonchalant, yet it is hilarious to think you have a soft side for your family."
"I've said it before. We do not have any familial attachments —"
"Say whatever you want, my friend." Maximus simpered. "But you and I know you care about them one way or another."
