A buried history

It was only hours before when Adela thought she could put an end to the enmity between the de Lanarks and the von Conradies, but putting herself physically between her father and Egon felt like giving her back to an exploding volcano in an attempt to face a destructive tornado.

Let no blood other than mine spill here tonight... 

She was unable to see what face Egon was making right then, but the heaves in his chest that brushed over her backside had started to become demanding. Whereas her father's mouth was set in a thin line.

Bloodlust filled Kaiser's blue eyes as the will of Extremizer submerged his, the desire to use his unsheathed sword like a madman was independent enough to influence him. However, the Archduke was never unaware of the precious being holding his arm like a lifeline.

"Go ahead. Throw your weapon at me!" Egon barked from behind her.