“Duvrion!” Dimitri looked at him with a confused look,
“Father!
Tell him what we saw when we entered the Cathedral.” Duvrion, without looking at his father asked in an angry tone,
Dimitri had a hesitant look, “My child, this isn’t…”
“Tell him what we saw!” Duvrion wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone, he was pumping in anger.
Looking at him Dimitri closed his eyes and replied in a calm tone, “All the guards were slain!”
“Who killed them?” Duvrion coldly continued,
“We don’t know that yet Duvrion!” Dimitri was again interrupted, “Who?”
He took a deep breath, “From the looks of it, some swordsman made his way in!”
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“Are you suspecting him?” Aeneas had a scary expression,
“He’s not that fallen!” Duvrion took a pause and continued, “You had only one job!
I expected only one thing from you when I put you in the cathedral!”
Milot’s eyes were widened,