837 BLOODY ROMANCE (5)

"HOW CAN you call it stealing when I have legitimate Quinzel Blood flowing in my veins?"

Rufus took a deep breath, and it was effective to keep himself calm.

[It's alright. That's not my brother. I can beat him.]

"You're not reacting the way I hoped you would, Duke Quinzel," the replica said in a disappointed voice. "I thought you'd lose your mind by now."

Rufus scoffed. "You're trying too hard to appear cocky, but it's not working. You only make yourself look pathetic. But if you really want to learn how to taunt your enemies properly, I suggest you take a lesson from our Princess Neoma. She's fluent in sarcasm and mockery."

"I would, but Princess Neoma is already dead," the replica said, still trying to act haughty. "It's a shame the Imperial Princess died before I could even see for myself if she was really the most beautiful girl in the world."

Pfft.

"As if we'd let you lay your filthy gaze on our Princess Neoma."