POV: Rossellia Baal
A purple light suddenly appeared all around , shutting out everything else.
The next mont, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. The sofa, carpet, beddingall furniture and effects were of the finest quality, well-fitting the imperial court.
Where am I? Lord Dyngir? Estia?
Aah, Rossellia!!
!?
The voice sent a chill down my spine. It was my brother, Grett Baal.
I turned around and saw him standing with open arms.
Lord Brother Grett.
My beloved sister, I am so glad to see you safe.
Grett approached, as if he wanted to embrace .
Dont co any closer!!
Eh?
I raised my palms and urged him to stop.
Grett looked positively baffled to be so clearly rejected.
W-What happened to you, Rossellia? Oh, I see! Youre angry because I ca to your rescue a bit late!
Grett reached a very improbable conclusion and nodded to himself, satisfied.
Im sorry, trulyI didnt have enough power and had to leave you with that Maxwell barbarianyou must have been terrified! But well never be apart anymore. I will never leave you again, I promise!
Seeing Grett so utterly lost in his misunderstandings left speechless. His suffocating adoration often inspired feelings of aversion and irritation in , but I never expected that my opinion of him would fall even lower than that.
(how disgusting.)
I couldnt even see him as a fellow human being anymore. I knew how disrespectful it was to think of my own brother that way, but I could only see the creature before as sothing like a snake, a lizard or better, an insect dwelling under a rock.
Lord Brother Grett, there is sothing I wish to ask you.
I decided to buy ti through conversation. Lord Dyngir and Estia were surely coming to my rescue: I had to ensure my safety until they arrived.
W-What is it, Rossellia?
Why did you decide to awaken Zeus? This magic tool is a forbidden divine weaponas you surely knew too.
That was a question I really ant to ask Grett once I t him.
Father had told us about the legend of Zeus and the dangers involved with it. It was unthinkable to use it for personal gain.
B-But, you see, Cerros
What did Cerros do?
Its all his fault!! He revolted!! If I let it happen, he would have beco emperor! Cerros, the son of a peasant!! It would have been a stain on our empires history!!
So explained Grett, just like a child making excuses after a prank.
Right!! Its not my fault!! Its all Cerrosand Dyngir Maxwell!! He humiliated !!
Lord Dyngir?
He ssed up all my plans! If he didnt kidnap you, if he properly lost at Fort Bryden, I wouldnt have lost everything!! I would have beco emperor, unified the whole continent! I would have been known as an esteed ruler forever!!
Gretts pale complexion had beco beet red, as he stomped around. I looked at my brothers tantrum I could easily imagine the blank look on my face.
Its not my fault! I didnt do anything wrong!! Nothing, nothing, nothing!! Its everyone elses fault for not understanding !! Im the only one fit to be emperor!! I was chosen by god!!
is that all you have to say?
The coldness of my voice surprised even .
Ridiculous.
Yes, just ridiculous.
To think that the empire was brought to this state by such a personwhat a farce it all was.
R-Rossellia?
Even Grett could tell there was sothing off with my tone. He stepped backwards, as if intimidated.
He looked up at , like a child about to be scolded.
(To think that he is supposed to be a man, like Lord Dyngir. If only he had been one-tenth as manly, I could have respected him as a brother)
I let out a small sigh, then looked at my Lord Brotherno, at Grett.
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