Chapter 273
“What the hell is this?”
Ronan’s eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The once neat and orderly house was now a chaotic disaster, as if a storm had torn through it. Headless bodies were strewn about, the remains of the imperial guards sent to protect Iril by the Emperor.
The blood that had been carelessly splattered around the house was beginning to congeal, leaving sticky pools on the floor. The furniture that Iril and Schlieffen had carefully selected was reduced to rubble, hacked apart as if in a frenzy.
Most striking were the slashes that covered the walls, floor, and ceiling. The brutal, yet precise, marks were reminiscent of a battleground where two massive beasts had clashed.
“This… What in the world…?”
The room spun as Ronan struggled to take it all in. His chest felt like it was being crushed under a boulder, making it hard to breathe. Desperate to believe it was just a nightmare, he clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood, but the scene before him remained unchanged.
As Ronan attempted to regain his composure with a dry, shaky breath, his gaze fell on something familiar in a corner of the room. It was a piece of fabric, torn and discarded.
“No…”
Ronan muttered to himself in disbelief. The white fabric was unmistakably from the dress his sister loved to wear. It was the one he had bought for her the day before he left for Philion, during that brief visit to the capital.