Julian’s voice rang out with cold authority as his eyes fixed on Raphael. “See to it that all those related to him are killed, without any exception.”
Raphael’s expression tightened as the gravity of Julian’s order sank in. He nodded solemnly and stepped forward to execute the order.
His eyes briefly flicked to Albert who was still trapped in the lightning’s grip, now crying in terror.
The count’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth opening to protest, but no words came. His son who was already terrified and powerless in the grip of Julian’s wrath, could only watch as the judgment was delivered.
Rose felt her heart pound in her chest. Her eyes flickered with a mix of anger, sorrow, and a strange sense of finality. For so long, she had carried the burden of her family’s tragedy, and now, it seemed, Julian was delivering the justice she could never have gotten on her own.
The screams of horror and terror echoed through the halls of the count’s castle. The count could only stand frozen, paralyzed by the agonizing sounds that seemed to grow louder with every passing moment. Each scream that reached his ears was like a dagger in his heart, a torture far worse than any physical pain.
His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of his sins crushing him, as the cries of his loved ones filled the air.
His eyes darted between Julian, who stood calmly, exuding an almost godlike power, and his son, whose life was being slowly ripped from him in the most agonizing manner imaginable.
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His words from earlier echoed in the count’s mind: See to it that all those related to him are killed without any exception. The count had never imagined his family’s end would come in such a brutal, merciless way.
Raphael soon returned, his sword red with blood and bowed deeply. “Your grace, I have killed everyone, every last one related to the count,” he reported with a cold finality.
Julian simply nodded and turned to the count. “See, that’s how easy it was to destroy your family,” He said, his voice calm, as if discussing a worthless matter.
Julian tightened his grip around Albert’s throat. His struggles grew weaker, and with a final scream, his eyes went blank and died. The count watched helplessly as his son’s life was brutally taken before his eyes. He knew he was powerless to stop it, and that his turn was coming next.
Without sparing the count a second glance, Julian flicked his wrist and a wave of sharp and deadly concentrated aura surged forward, slicing through the air before striking the count’s neck with flawless accuracy.
The count barely had time to gasp as the blade severed his flesh and bone in one swift, merciless motion. His head fell to the ground while his body stood tall for a moment before finally crumbling to the ground.
Julian’s voice rang out with commanding authority as he turned to face the remnants of the count’s shattered household.
“From today, Rose shall be the new Countess of this city,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “And this city will be directly under the Easvil family’s rule.”
Rose stood frozen at the sudden change of events. The sight of Julian mercilessly ending her uncle who had made their life a living hell was etched onto her mind.
She never believed that her life would change…. this easily.
The city, once under the rule of betrayal and cruelty, now belonged to someone who had suffered under that very cruelty. The city, the power, everything was now hers.
Julian turned to her. “You don’t have to carry this burden alone,” he said, his tone softer now. “I will support you, as will the Easvil family. You’ll have the strength to rule as you deserve.”
Adel stood at her side, his face a mixture of anger and disbelief, but also relief. He had never imagined things would unfold this way, but now, with the cruelty of their past erased, there was a sense of freedom.
With that, he and Raphael left the castle leaving Rose and her family to absorb the the sudden shift in their lives.
Raphael hesitated for a moment as he looked back at Rose, who stood there visibly shaken. The weight of what they had done, the brutal destruction, lingered in the air.
Julian’s voice broke the silence. “She needs to do this herself, Raphael. If we stay, if we keep shielding her from her past, she will never be free of it.”
Raphael looked at Julian, understanding the depth of his words. Julian was right as the pain of what Rose had gone through was something only she could overcome.
“Understood, Your Grace,” he said, bowing his head slightly.
Rose stood alone in the ruins, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. Yet, deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief.
The chains that had bound her to her family’s tragic past were shattered, but at the cost of everything she once knew.
She felt the pressure of her new title—the Countess, the ruler of this city. She would need to rise above her grief and the darkness that had taken her family. The path ahead would be difficult, but she now had the strength to walk it, not as the victim, but as the ruler.
Slowly, she straightened and wiped the tear that had escaped her eye. It was time to face her future, even if it was built on the ashes of her past.
Julian’s turned to Raphael with a steely gaze, his voice unwavering. “Stay here, keep an eye on Rose. She needs time to adjust, and I want to ensure that no one disturbs her path.”
Raphael nodded. Without another word, Julian raised his hand, and in an instant, he teleported leaving the count’s estate behind. In the blink of an eye, Julian was back at his home.