The room was deathly silent, tension thick enough to choke on.
Souichiro's crimson eyes gleamed with fury, his lips curling into a sneer. "Even if she does have the Child of Anti-Prophecy, so what?" His voice was razor-sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "I'll kill it with my own hands."
His fingers twitched, the mere thought igniting something dark within him. But it wasn't just that—it was the fact that Yuuna, his Yuuna, had fallen for a mortal.
His upper lip curled in disgust. "To think that someone of my blood—who should stand above all others—would degrade herself by loving a mere human." The words dripped from his tongue like venom.
The others stood rigid, watching him with unreadable expressions. They saw through him. They always did.
Souichiro's jaw clenched. He hated this. He hated what that mortal had done to Yuuna.
