"Do you have to hurt others?" Was Moulin said first. His voice trembling.
He finally saw him. Met his eyes, heard his voice. Perhaps it would have been a beautiful reunion… if things weren't as they were. But as the man in front of him held his blade, blood dripping on the floor, a ruthless red Moulin felt lost.
Hearing his shaking voice, Hadrian slightly narrowed his eyes. "They want to take you away from me…"
"Just stop…"
Moulin covers his face his with a hand. He bent his head, expression unknown. "Fucking stop already…"
Hadrian's eyes deepened as he stared at Moulin. His expression neutral as if he couldn't understand what Moulin was trying to say. A moment later, he turned his expression to Alsander, who flinched when he met the lord's terrifying gaze. He froze on the spot. A bead of sweat slowly dripped down his forehead. With a wavering heart, he swallowed. But he did not retreat. He had come this far. He couldn't just give up now.