The saying that blood is thicker than water seemed true; Sierra’s face now bore a striking resemblance to Roxana’s.
Especially the cold, hateful gaze she directed at Deon.
However, her next words were beyond Deon’s expectations.
“But I pity you just as much.”
At that moment, Deon’s expression, which had never changed, shifted ever so slightly.
Sierra continued, not stopping, towards him.
“Perhaps I’m the only one in this world who pities you.”
It was definitely the first time Deon had ever heard such words.
“And I have enough reason to despise you, and enough reason to pity you.”
Who would have dared to pity him until now?
“How amusing.”
Moreover, that the one doing so was Sierra. It was something he had never imagined in his life.
“I’ve occasionally suspected it, but are you really out of your mind?”
A mocking sneer crept onto Deon’s lips.
“So, you saved me because of that paltry pity?”
However, the one who elicited change from him remained unshaken.
“I’m not going to say I forgive you. Because that’s impossible, even if I die and am reborn.”
Like Deon just moments before, Sierra now recited emotionlessly.
“But I…”
And with the added words, an even more intense sharpness flickered in Deon’s eyes.
“Yes. Because I know that you, who killed my son, might die for my daughter.”
“You’re truly insane. Spouting such nonsense.”
“No, it’s not nonsense. You really are Sana’s loyal dog. You bark when told to bark, and you even pretend to die when told to die. It’s just that you don’t seem to realize it yourself.”
Since escaping Agriche, Sierra seemed to have lost all fear.
“In any case, the reason I didn’t let you die is no different. You’ll still be of use to my daughter.”
Otherwise, there was no way she would stand before him like this and utter such words without hesitation.
“Useful people survive. That’s the Agriche way, isn’t it?”
If that was the reason he was saved, it was truly absurd.
“That’s enough reckless talk. It’s getting harder to tolerate.”
Deon warned Sierra coldly.
“Do you think it’s some great favor that Agriche didn’t just leave me but brought me back and healed me? Well, I don’t think you’re in a position to say such things and still prolong your life.”
At that moment, Emily, who had been standing against the wall, took a step forward.
It was clear that she had realized the energy emanating from Deon had changed.
But even so, did she think she could stop him with her own strength?
Icy frost formed on Deon’s smile.
“To be looked down upon by a mere subordinate, I’ve become a pathetic sight.”
Clang.
He moved his hands and shattered the shackles binding his wrists and ankles.
“Let’s end this uninteresting game here.”
Until now, Deon had been humoring Sierra with his own brand of uncharacteristic tolerance.
Deon had patiently waited for her to stab him with the knife now resting on her lap.
Perhaps there was a very faint expectation mixed in with that wait.
However, she did nothing and exhausted all the opportunities Deon had given her.
This was enough to repay the debt of his life.
But if Sierra’s claim was true, that she never intended to kill him from the start, then it wouldn’t be such a regrettable thing for her either.
“Go to my daughter, then.”
Sierra seemed to know the worthlessness of the tools binding Deon as well.
She showed no surprise or embarrassment at the current situation. Emily beside her was the same.
“Go to my daughter and…”
Deon stepped off the platform and looked down coldly at Sierra, who was sitting in the chair.
“Die for her at any time. That’s why I spared your life.”
The gaze from above was as sharp and chilling as a blade.
However, Sierra showed no sign of fear.
His fierce eyes seemed as if they would stab her to death right away.
But in the end, Deon didn’t lay a finger on Sierra and brushed past her.
Thus, their strange time that had been maintained for a while came to an end.
He had spent more days here than he had thought, so there was no time to dawdle.
Deon immediately left the neutral zone and headed to Agriche.
* * *
Having returned to Agriche after a long time, traces of the past still remained.
Time had passed, and it was now early spring from late winter, but the scenery of Agriche was still desolate.
Deon briefly took in the sight of the mansion, which felt much more deserted than he remembered.
Thud.
Finally, his steps led inside the mansion.
Deon passed through several rooms and the place where he had fought Lant Agriche, returning to the spot where he had stood at the beginning.
The reason he didn’t encounter anyone during that time was because Deon had killed the insects to avoid troublesome matters.
But it was also because the number of people staying in the mansion had decreased to an unprecedented extent.
“Wait, who are you there?”
Just as Deon was about to leave the mansion, the first person to discover him appeared.
Deon’s gaze slid towards the direction of the sound.
“Huh, Deon?”
The person who recognized his face gasped.
He was one of Deon’s half-brothers, and naturally, someone who had been outside of Deon’s interest until now.
So, Deon immediately turned his expressionless face back to the front.
“What, Deon?”
“Is that really him?”
The voice that had been suddenly uttered was quite loud, and the sound of other people gathering and murmuring could be heard.
Clearly, Roxana was not in the mansion.
In fact, Deon also thought it was unlikely that she would be here, but he had come to see if it was worth checking out.
Now that he had finished what he had set out to do, there was no reason to stay here any longer.
“Ah, wait!”
Deon left the voice calling him behind and strode away without hesitation.
Just like when he first entered the Agriche mansion, he disappeared again as if out of nowhere.
* * *
“What? Someone came?”
Jeremy’s eyes narrowed like paper.
He had just returned from Yggdrasil.
But as soon as he crossed the threshold of the mansion, he heard some nonsense in his ear.
“It was Deon, really.”
“He hasn’t shown his face until now, what’s going on?”
“But he just left as soon as he came. It seems like he just stopped by for a moment.”
“What for?”
“How would I know?”
The surroundings quickly became noisy.
Everyone was busy talking about Deon, who had briefly appeared and disappeared.
Positive and negative reactions were mixed, but surprise and doubt were common.
A sharp glint flashed in Jeremy’s eyes for a moment.
He didn’t know where he had been or what he had been doing, but the fact that Deon had come to Agriche meant that he was likely looking for Roxana.
The fact that he had visited the mansion for such a short time and disappeared again made it even more credible.
Because there was no reason for Deon to be interested in Agriche other than Roxana.
For a while, Jeremy had been watching Deon closely, with Roxana between them, and Jeremy had been carefully observing him in his own way.
‘But why is this bastard suddenly popping up after being quiet for a while? He should have just stayed put somewhere like he has been until now.’
Still, Jeremy was glad that not only him but also Deon had not yet found Roxana.
But as expected, when he thought of Deon’s face, he felt the annoyance that had been lingering in his chest begin to smolder.
Jeremy brought up the matter that had been making him uncomfortable since he left Yggdrasil.
“More than that, a social gathering will be held at Yggdrasil soon, so everyone should be aware.”
“What? A social gathering?”
“Yes. All five families have agreed to attend.”
Everyone looked at Jeremy as if he was talking nonsense.
“Do we have to go there too?”
“Yes.”
Strictly speaking, the reason for planning this ridiculous social gathering was due to the discord between Agriche and Fedelian, so it was natural.
They murmured loudly enough to hurt their ears.
The majority opinion was that they didn’t want to do such a troublesome thing.
Of course, Jeremy agreed with that.
A social gathering, what kind of ridiculous sound was this?
The result of the meeting where the leaders of the five families put their heads together was only this. It was something to clutch their stomachs and laugh at.
But what was already decided was decided, so there was nothing they could do.
Jeremy, annoyed by everything, turned his back on his still murmuring brothers and headed for the stairs.
“I wish Deon had become the leader instead…”
It was then that a small murmur, like a soliloquy, pierced his eardrums.
At that very moment, Jeremy’s foot, which had just stepped onto the stairs, stopped abruptly.
“…What did you just say?”
A low voice, so damp it felt eerie, scraped the floor.