I am… always proud of you, brother.

While Fabian dashed to catch up to Lilou, he paused as his heart clenched. He clutched his chest, eyes slowly dilating.

"Ru…" came out a whisper as he gazed at the palace's direction from his standpoint. "You…"

Fabian could not move for a few minutes, he couldn't even blink. There was just tightness in his chest while his lungs constricted.

"Hah…" The veins on the back of his hand protruded as he tightened his grip around his dark spear until it trembled. He always had this little connection with Rufus, but now, that was broken, and that only means… death.

"Who did it?" the side of his lips slowly hooked up into a sinister smirk. Fabian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, his eyes were devoid of emotions. There was neither rage nor sorrow, just nonchalance.