"…Should I do it?"
Prince Xiyaldo suddenly opened his eyes wide, turning sharply to look at Aleister beside him in astonishment.
Aleister's lips curved slightly upwards, her crimson eyes rippling: "Otherwise, Your Highness?
"—Star Antimony has come to this point, don't you think you can remain unscathed?"
She could tell at a glance that Xiyaldo had never killed anyone before.
For the former His Royal Highness the Prince, such a degree of kindness was inconsequential. It could even be considered a virtue.
But now that the Queen, Son of the Moon, had resolved to seize the throne, still being afraid to kill or to take the lives of his own enemies, could only be considered weakness.
—Not nearly as distant as Isabel.
This thought surfaced in Aleister's mind.
If it were Isabel, she would definitely toughen up in the face of hatred and crisis—not to mention killing, even stepping directly into the frontline of battle would definitely be no problem.
