I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
33. The Duke's Son

How to read Cadeearo is Kadiaro if you don't know yet.

...***...

What Alverro was afraid of was loneliness. That was when Alverro really only had himself to lean on.

Alverro had not yet acquired the Cadeearo clan back then.

Alverro was born to Duke's concubine Lloyd Cadeearo. Alverro was not treated well by everyone who was in the Cadeearo residence. They only did good to the Duchess and their infant son.

“What does a child prostitute do at this party?”

“Listen, yes, although Duke Lloyd loved your prostitute mother, she was only made a lowly concubine.”

“Duke Lloyd must only love the Duchess. So, don't ever dream of becoming a Cadeearo with low blood on your body!”

The cousin and son of the Duke's other concubines continued to insult Alverro at every party he attended.

They always say bad things about Alverro. Even if Alverro had committed no sin in his life, others would have viewed Alverro's presence as a crime.

Her mother was a prostitute. Thas right. They're correct. It's just that Alverro doesn't like it when his mother is being scolded and ridiculed. Which son wants his mother to be degraded?

His mother worked as a man's lust-satisfactor, then Duke Lloyd loved him while Duke was doing an inspection in the duchy. Later, Alverro was born out of a relationship without marriage, which made his status as a lowly illegitimate child.

Her mother was appointed as a concubine, but the rise in social status did not make everything go well. Instead, everyone treated Alverro and his mother very cruelly behind the Duke's back. It was as if an excuse about not having to respect illegitimate children was the thing that kept them from doing the damned things to Alverro.

That's what makes Alverro rely on himself. Survive alone. Again and again. Until it feels stifling. Because, the burden is too heavy on his shoulders that are too fragile.

...***...

“What are you doing there?”

Alverro listened to the calm tone of voice fixed on him.

The voice was not familiar to his ears, so when Alverro looked up, Alverro immediately met a glance with an unfamiliar jet black bead. However, as if Alverro had been trapped in magic, he was unable to take his eyes off the mysterious dark lake imprinted on his eyeballs.

“Hidden?” continue the little girl. It seemed like he was younger than Alverro and his body was also several inches shorter than Alverro.

“Ya.” Alverro nodded small. He hid in the garden of the rose maze in the garden of the Cadeearo residence. Runs. Running from the oppressors of Alverro. “I'm hiding.”

“Why?”

“I'm scared. They were really mean to me.”

“They are evil to you?” The little girl brought her body closer to Alverro. Now, Alverro can see the figure and posture of his face more clearly.

The girl was wearing a pastel-colored party dress and it looked very suitable on her body. His emerald hair was so stunning that Alverro had trouble switching his eyes. However, what Alverro likes the most is how the two pairs of lakes filled with mystery look at it. Alverro.

Alverro nodded his head. “They were evil to me. They always told me that I was a son of a whore and I didn't deserve to live.”

The girl snorted. “Someone I know once said that you should fight them.”

“Who is that someone?”

“Ibuku.”

Alverro. He doesn't know what to do.

“As Cyrill, we have to fight back if there's someone who's lowering our self-esteem." Pause for a moment. "Hey, how old are you?”

“Are you not supposed to ask my name first?”

“Terlarah. What's your name?”

“Alverro.”

“Cadeearo?”

“I can't get my family.”

“Cadeearo jerk.”

Alverro jerks. His head then looked over and over, as if making sure there were only the two of them in this rose labyrinth.

Alverro then exhaled a sigh of relief after making sure no one eavesdropped on their conversation.

“You must fight, Verro.”

“My name is Alverro—“

“Call you Verro. So, Verro. You have to start fighting them. You're so pathetic that I almost gave you my sympathetic feelings. So, tell Verro, are you interested in a game? A game to show who deserves the seat of Duke Cadeearo?”

***

Knowing Clare makes Alverro's life feel more alive.

Alverro no longer felt a tormenting sense of loneliness, or when she needed someone for her to lean on, Alverro could find Clare.

In his eyes that usually only stared at his pair of shoes, Alverro could now straighten his head and even look down on his cousins.

Alverro's age was twelve back then when he finally decided to follow the game mentioned by Clare. And this is the first game, which is to make a crazy plan; kill the Duchess and her son.

Alverro initially refused. Killing others poses a great risk. Alverro was not sure that he could bear everything on his small palm.

Alverro was successful.

The Duchess and her son were involved in a horse-drawn carriage accident and Alverro was not at all linked to the accident. Adults would definitely think that twelve-year-olds would not be able to kill others, so they simply ignored Alverro.

Rumors of a horse-drawn carriage accident were exaggerated and eventually accused each other of alleged involvement in the accident.

The accident occurred in the summer, where the ground became barren and the air became dry. Perhaps people thought that horses were thirsty and ended up jumping off a cliff out of madness.

No one knows that it was the people Clare paid who lured a gallant horse to enter the wrong path and ended up falling off a cliff hundreds of feet high due to a misstep.

That's how Alverro finally got the Cadeearo clan after his mother was appointed Duchess. Well, anyway Alverro's mother was a concubine loved by Duke Lloyd.

“The game is not over yet,” Clare said with a calm smile. His hand held up the tea cup on the table with a beautiful movement, like the wings of a butterfly, then sipped the tea gracefully.

Alverro was stunned, but tried to rationalize his thoughts. Clare was just the girl who helped Alverro to obtain the Cadeearo clan, nothing more. And putting a weird feeling on that girl is not a good option.

“That game is not over, Verro. You know for yourself, don't you, that the system that your family espouses is a hereditary competition for the Duke's seat? You should see some more fun games going forward.”

Seemingly affected by Clare's words, Alverro eventually begins to kill one by one all of Cadeearo's descendants, aided by Clare.

Of course the murder was very clean, there was no evidence and useless traces to suggest that the main culprit was Alverro.

“Nona Clare, why do you want to do all that?” alverro asked, one summer where he was fifteen.

Alverro glanced at Clare who was sitting on a chair in a tea ceremony.

“Verro, I'll be queen.”

Alverro tried to listen to Clare even further by looking into her eyes.

“I will be queen and show that my brain is not shrimp, my brain can be used on beneficial things. And how can I lead others to their death pits if they act.”

“Why do you want to be queen, Miss Clare?”

“Have I not told you yet, Verro? I want to be queen so Dad loves me.”

As a princess who wished for her father's affection, Clare had made many sacrifices. There are so many sacrifices that if Clare does one wrong step, Clare's neck will be stuck in a chain like a dog and insulted. Worse, Clare will die.

“Why do you so want Mr Duke to love you, Miss Clare?”

“Why? That was my dream from childhood, Verro. From when I learned to talk and write. I always questioned where Dad was, but Mom always switched the conversation. Precisely because of that, I became very curious and wanted that affection.”

Alverro understood Clare's obsession. Alverro felt the same way. Alverro wants to be loved by everyone. Alverro did not need their cold backs or insults for the sake of insults thrown at him.

Both Alverro and Clare, both want the same thing; affection. Both are too greedy on an obsession to get the abstract feeling so that they forget that not all hope can be fulfilled like turning the palm of the hand.

...***...

Clare could only rub that back slowly.

It must be quite heavy, no, it's very heavy. Clare knew exactly what suffering felt like. Suffering that the loss of a mother's figure in their lives.

"Fuck," muttered Alverro.

Alverro's eyes adorned with sapphire beads are now removing the liquid. However, the highlight emitted in it is the real wrath.

"Mother died and no one came to cry but me?" Alverro's voice was shaking.

"There I am, Verro." Clare stroked Alverro's hair gently. As if to say that Alverro was not alone when undergoing this. There's Clare.

"These bastards .. they killed my mother."

Clare could not stop smiling as Alverro continued to say bad things about them.

Slowly, Clare approached Alverro's ear, then whispered, "They need punishment, don't they? Do you want me to take care of it?"

Clare did not need an answer when Alverro's eyes were filled with wrath.

One week later, a concubine died suddenly. It was a strange death because the cause was unknown, but he died with his entire skin darkening.

...***...

“Backed!”

Alverro looked at the last son of Cadeearo's descendant of the young concubine with a cold look, the last surviving son of Cadeearo.

The boy clasped Alverro's clothes tightly until they were tangled.

"You-you! Apparently you killed all the descendants of Cadeearo!"

Alverro simply looked at the child with a low gaze. It seems to indicate that Alverro was the one at the top, at the top, more than anyone else. Unarguably. Then, the man in front of him seemed to ask for a duel and ended up losing his own life.

Finally, the son of the last concubine died and his body fell on the floor with a slow pounding. Alverro's clothes ended up tangled, but Alverro paid more attention to things like removing important evidence that would lead security and royal law to accuse Alverro of being a criminal.

Alverro looked at the child's body once more. On his lips was filled with blood and his skin turned blue as the poison spread very quickly.

Alverro smiled with satisfaction. Now, he's the only descendant of Cadeearo.

***

"The battle with the Matria Kingdom is heating up" Clare said as she lifted the cup of tea that had just been served.

Alverro who was sitting in front of Clare gave a small nod, grabbed the teacup, and sipped the fragrance slowly.

"Yes, almost all of the knights in Cadeearo were sent to the battlefield. Including Duke Cadeearo himself, leaving me here to take care of the duchy as Cadeearo's rightful successor."

The greenhouse where the two drink tea is quite cool, especially when summer is almost here. And also, there is a specific reason why greenhouses are determined as the place they always meet.

Soundproof.

It was a greenhouse with thick glass so the sound did not penetrate out. This makes it easier for both of them to share a plan after plan to bring both of them to the desired peak.

"You're nineteen now" said Clare.

"That's right, Miss Clare."

Clare smiled slightly. "Are you satisfied with this position? Don't you want a better position? Tell me, Verro, then I'll grant it easily."

Alverro let out a small breath. "How could I not want it, Miss Clare? I really want that. The current position does not satisfy me at all."

"really. Compared to the suffering you've been through from Cadeearo, it's certainly not enough for you."

Clare's fingers slipped on the table, then finally found Alverro's fingers. It was cold for Alverro. It was frozen even though summer was almost here.

"I'm going to kill the Duke. Are you satisfied?" clare asked with a calm smile on her lips.

Something inside Alverro was stirring. Slowly, his smile was painted on his pink lips.

"Yes, Miss Clare. I'm very satisfied." Alverro smiled so gently.

"Then I'll take care of everything."

...***...

Cadeearo.

Duke Lloyd died in the battle of Asher-Matria.

It was a tragic death. Where the death takes place at midnight and the Matria warriors are responsible.

Duke Lloyd's death took forty percent of Asher's power. Where a big role in turning the war situation upside down was with Duke Cadeearo's strength.

Finally, at midnight, the war was fought. Although the war had violated the rules of war agreed by both sides.

However, Asher considers this war as a form of self-defense. Defend against his own kingdom because Matria has been cheating by taking the life that is the root of Asher's power secretly.

That night, screams and screams sounded louder and more deafening. The blood spurted formed a sickening path of thick rivers. Soldiers who died were trampled and knights pointed swords at each other, saving their pride from the taboo of defeat.

King Asher was obviously unhappy about losing almost some of Asher's power. The then King of Asher, Roth Valentino Asher, bombarded the Kingdom of Matria with fierce attacks.

King Roth did not accept that cheating in war was considered a last wind. Because, the Duke's death could have caused a crushing defeat to the Asher Kingdom.

In the end, the war in the middle of the night took a lot of lives. However, not from the Asher side, but from the Matria side.

Things that are not known to the two kingdoms is that there is a chessboard on the battlefield. There is someone who moves the pawns exactly what he wants.

That was an amazing achievement. Throwing a stone to kill two birds.

Clare Cyrill managed to kill Duke Lloyd and divide the Matria Kingdom.

Duke Lloyd was not killed by Matria. By the messenger Clare.

The Asher Kingdom, which considered that the incident was caused by the Kingdom of Matria, made Asher immediately attack Matria as fast as lightning, without warning, making Matria's preparations immature. Moreover, it was midnight and the entire army was resting.

One week after the night war, Alverro Cadeearo was crowned as the young Duke because there were no other descendants of Cadeearo after it was killed.

...***...

"How can I repay your kindness, Miss Clare?"

Highlight Alverro now softens on Clare.

Alverro always felt that his life was so lucky. Fate leads him to meet Clare and changes Alverro's entire life that should have been destined to a tragic end.

Alverro had always thought that his life as the Duke's son would end badly. Because Alverro does not have the Cadeearo clan, is not considered a Cadeearo, and does not get good treatment from the people around him.

People always bullied Alverro. Making his life like being thrown into the flames of hell.

But the maze of roses changed everything.

As if his life was a labyrinth itself, Alverro traced the path that made him get out of the labyrinth so that his life changed for the better.

Not only did he get the Cadeearo clan like his original goal, Alverro was actually a Duke himself.

And all this happened because of the woman in front of him, Clare Cyrill. The only person who cared about Alverro at his lowest point. The only one who could understand the whole darkness and grudge in his heart, so that it could finally help Alverro to get rid of the pests.

What Alverro felt should have been a normal feeling. Alverro's right feeling is seeing his savior angel, heroin in his own life. However, that feeling after feeling evolved, into something that Alverro did not know.

Alverro. Not to forget when Clare called him with a call of love, his heart pounded.

"Why is that, Miss Clare? Why do I have to be a good Duke?"

"To love your people."

Alverro looked at Clare's black eyes curiously, asking for more answers.

"Then stay by my side, don't betray me. If I become the queen later, you should continue to be beside me. Helping me. To be my right hand. If the people love you, they will support me to be queen because you love me. Because the eyes of a good Duke are never wrong for the people. For, what the people want is a peaceful life under the auspices of good power, so that their hearts will feel calm in living their lives. So, Verro, help me get to the top. Maybe the game's over for you, but it's not over for me, Verro. I haven't finished this game."

What Alverro felt at that moment was a mixed feeling.

Amazed, because Clare thought so carefully about everything. If Alverro's hypothesis is correct, this plan has already begun when the two first met. Clare devised elaborate plans to seat Alverro in Duke's seat, erasing evidence of the murder of Cadeearo's descendants so severely that it also removed suspicion from both sides. Thats stunning. And Alverro could not stop being amazed at him.

Then he gets angry, because Alverro knows that what Clare wants is not enough. What Clare is aiming for is a queen crown on her head, so this game will continue, and hurt Clare even more deeply.

Later, disappointed. It was a feeling that spread everywhere, in every inch of his body. It was a feeling of disappointment because if Clare became queen, then Alverro did not know the need to be in to manakan burning feelings in his heart.

The feeling is abstract. Alverro couldn't even explain it.

However, that feeling dominated. Alverro has a desire to bring Clare beside him, locking her up, if necessary tying her up so that Clare will not run away. Alverro wanted so badly to touch Clare. Grasping his fingers and tucking his lips.

It was a burning feeling until his heart felt tight and sick.

It hurts to know that Alverro's chances of having Clare are zero. Sick of knowing that Clare did not want Alverro, but the queen's crown. Sick to know that if Clare becomes queen, Alverro cannot marry her.

It was a strange feeling.

"Miss Clare is right." Alverro hid her feelings and smiled gently. "The game is not finished. I'll do it, Miss Clare. Be a good Duke, so the people will support Miss Clare to become queen."

"really. You must repay your bud."

"I'll do it."

...***...

"Mr Duke, you're out of focus today" said Ilyos, Alverro's aide. Ilyos watched his master sitting behind the desk, but his mind was not fixed on the same thing.

Alverro bit her lips hard in response. "I did my best."

Ilyos gave no meaningful reaction and just nodded his head. "You're right."

"Then why Miss Clare .... Why does Miss Clare still obsess over being queen?" Alverro pulled her golden-colored hair in frustration. "I thought if I did my job well, I could make Miss Clare fall on me. But no, Miss Clare is getting closer to that bastard!"

Alverro's furious tone in his voice made Ilyos slightly shiver in the cold.

Ilyos had only worked for three years as Alverro's aide, more precisely since Alverro was crowned Duke. However, working with Alverro made Ilyos aware of the intricacies of Alverro's life. Moreover, regarding how his master was so obsessed with Clare.

It makes sense for Ilyos, who assumes that Clare is the angel who pulled Alverro from the deep pit of darkness. Where in the darkness, there was only suffering for Alverro. Then, like a kind angel, Clare pulled Alverro from there and gave Alverro everything she asked for.

The Cadeearo clan, kill all who oppress Alverro, and make Alverro the Duke.

"In my opinion, it is impolite to call the Crown Prince a bastard," Ilyos replied without removing the politeness in his voice.

Alverro grimaced and ruffled his hair. "But technically, it was Miss Clare who approached the bastard. While that bastard seems to hate Miss Clare for the Krone incident."

Ilyos also knows about the truth behind young lady Krone. Being Alverro's aide is a life gamble. When one important secret information airs in the town square, Ilyos meets his angel of death.

"Then why did Miss Clare have to approach that bastard?! Aren't I enough, Ilyos? Aren't I enough? I can love her, I can give her affection, I can give Miss Clare a happy life. But why?!" Brak! Alverro hit his desk hard, making the ink bottle vibrate and its contents spill out, staining the papers.

Ilyos cleared the mess quietly.

"Miss Clare never glanced at me, Ilyos. What Miss Clare cares about is the queen's crown. What is so special about the queen's crown?"

"Sometimes, Mr. Alverro, there are things that they think that position does not satisfy them. And they'll do whatever it takes to get it."

Alverro looked at Ilyos.

"Miss Clare is not satisfied with just a less cool show. Miss Clare wants the curtain of the show still open in search of a more thrilling show."

Alverro exhaled heavily, leaning his back against the velvet backrest.

"So that means, Miss Clare wants more power. Miss Clare doesn't want the Duchess position, Miss Clare wants the Queen position. A position that could move everything over his palm," Alverro replied in a disappointed tone.

What Alverro doesn't know is that what Clare wants is just an impossible affection.

Cyrill is a queen-producing family. The woman who was born Cyrill, if she did not become queen, would no longer be considered useful.

...***...

One year later, the war with the Kingdom of Matria ended with the Kingdom of Asher as the winner.

The King and Crown Prince of Matria fled and were made fugitives, while the princess was taken prisoner.

At the same time, Viten Darren Asher ascended the throne because Roth Valentino Asher died of severe illness.

In addition to being made king, Viten is also a war hero who has defeated Matria.

This makes Clare not retreat to the position of queen, instead adoring the position more.

Alverro helps with Clare's every move. However, it does not make Alverro hide his feelings like before. There was a time when Alverro expressed his feelings, what Clare said was, "I know. But I love His Majesty the King."

Alverro could do nothing more than support Clare. Alverro did not try to erase the feeling in his chest. Because that feeling is what makes Alverro feel more alive. A feeling in which he, the ruthless man who had killed all of Cadeearo's descendants and his family, could still feel enthusiasm for love.

Love is a natural thing. Love cannot be forced.

However, no one thought that one of Clare's plans had failed.

It was an incident where Clare ended up being so desperate that she had to do something at great risk.

For that reason, Clare was sentenced to death. So did Alverro. His position as Duke will be deposed and Alverro will live an eternal life with Clare in the afterlife. Or that's what Alverro thought before behind bars.

Alverro realized that he didn't want it. Alverro doesn't want a bad ending to their story. Both deserve to live, deserve to seek their happiness, and reach for both.

Alverro only wants Clare's love, then lives happily together. The dream was so simple, but Alverro was unable to make it happen.

So, this is what Alverro is doing now.

When the soldier brought lunch to his cell, Alverro beat the soldier with all his might. Then, turn his head until he dies. Alverro stole the sword on the soldier's waist and came out of the bars.

Alverro did not feel anything in his chest when killing all the guards and soldiers in the prison.

This prison was far from the central palace so it took a long time to ask for help. However, before they asked for help, their lives had already stretched.

"Miss Clare, wait for me."

Alverro lifted the hood of his robe which he had stolen from the slain soldier, hiding his now shabby luxurious clothes and filled with blood.

Alverro sneaked as much as he could into the dungeon. Kill anyone who blocks his steps.

Until finally, Alverro's cold-blooded face was filled with a gentle smile.

"Miss Clare." Alverro opened the hood of the robe.

However, that gentle smile only lasted a short while after seeing Clare's condition.

The young lady is dying. It was clearly visible from how the untreated bloody wounds were still spitting out blood and pus. Knife scratches, whipped wounds, other physical violence wounds displayed on Clare's pale skin. That left Alverro's blue eyes filled with wrath.

Body vibrates. Trang! He cut the prison padlock with his sword, then entered the bars.

Alverro slowly carried Clare into his arms. Careful, reluctant to make Clare break even further. "Miss Clare, my God. Please, hang on."

Alverro felt his eyes as if he was stung by something and a clear liquid instantly dripped down on the crackers, flowing down the cheeks, forming a tiny river path.

"Miss Clare, are you aware? I'll take you away. Let's just live alone, Miss Clare. All I need is you, Miss Clare. I—"

Plaque!

Before Alverro could finish his sentence, the sting on his cheek had already cut off his sentence.

"Miss Clare?"

What Alverro saw from Clare's bead was pitch-black darkness. It was so dark that Alverro was unsure whether a piece of his glowing candle would be able to light it.

"Fuck! What are you doing?!" snapped Clare. He pushed Alverro's body around him and he fell down on the hard floor.

"Miss Clare? Please, don't be like this, Miss Clare."

Alverro grabbed Clare's fingers, but Clare countered with a hard slap on the cheek.

"Alverro Cadeearo!"

Alverro flinched, his body frozen. This was the first time Clare had called him by his full name. Verro, Verro, Verro, those nicknames echoed in his mind.

"What do you want to do?! Fleeing?! Where to?! How long are you going to run away?!"

Hearing Clare's pitiful tone made Alverro powerless to hold back his cries. He couldn't stop sobbing. Precisely his tight heart never held back his crying to break, instead telling Alverro to shed everything.

"Miss Clare. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for failing." Alverro tried to grab Clare, but Clare moved backwards until her back touched the wall.

"Go! I don't want to live anymore! I don't want to live anymore! You hear that?!"

Alverro's whole body shook. It was a feeling of fear and anger. Alverro was afraid that Clare would die and was angry at anyone who made Clare's condition like this.

"Don't talk like that, Miss Clare. Please." Alverro bit his lip until it bled. "Please, we don't have much time. Someone will come to arrest me, so let's run—"

Plaque! Clare gave a slap across Alverro's cheek once again.

"For what, Verro? I'm not a queen, I'm not a queen! Life without being a queen is not a useful life at all! I'm a piece of trash!"

"Miss Clare. You're not trash. Isn't what Miss Clare did when you were little a miracle? Look at what both of Miss Clare's palms are doing to change this world. That's amazing, Miss Clare."

Alverro felt his chest tightening when Clare finally broke. It sounded so sad and like a poignant melody to Alverro.

"Miss Clare."

"Dad threw me away."

Alverro looked into Clare's eyes.

"Father dumped me, Verro. He said I'm not Cyrill. He said I'm useless."

"You're not like that, Miss Clare."

"I did everything to become queen, even in the dirtiest way." Clare's laughter ran through the air. The laughter sounded so stifling that the air was suffocating. "So, Verro. What else am I living for? I'm so tired. Isn't it time for me to rest?"

"Don't talk like that, Miss Clare. Me and you will run, we will survive."

"And haunted by all suffering? I don't want to, Verro. Let me die."

"Where might I let Miss Clare die! Don't crazy! How could I see the person I love being beheaded?!"

"If you love me, Verro, then you won't lead me into hell any further."

Alverro jerks.

"The world is hell to me. This world does not love me. If I run, then I will be pursued by my own fears. Being chased by the shadow of failure, where I cannot be queen. Verro, if you love me, let me die."

Alverro's crying broke. It was heartbreaking for a Duke who looked so strong to be a figure that looked shattered.

"Miss Clare, then what about me? If you die, I'll come with you."

"Don't be crazy, Verro. Live on. You deserve to live. You have not committed any sin in your hands. The one who killed all of Cadeearo was me who planned bad things is me."

"I'm in on that, Miss Clare. Don't blame yourself."

"But I started the game."

Alverro could not see her young lady clearly as her vision grew blurry. Tears are pouring down hard.

"Verro."

"Yes, Miss Clare?"

"Live up and take my revenge. Kill the bastard's daughter. Then, light the fire over Asher, burn everything to ashes."

Alverro's voice trembled as he opened his mouth, "I promise, Miss Clare. I will avenge you. Please look at me from where you are, please look at me for your revenge, and keep my promise to you."

"Yes." Yeah."

The sounds of footsteps grew louder, the words and cries of the soldiers who were looking for Alverro grew louder.

"Go."

Alverro biting lips. "I love you, Miss Clare. I love you so much, so please, live quietly in the realm of eternity."

Alverro finally brought Clare into a gentle kiss. It was a kiss that only suppressed one, not trying to hurt, but to shed the feelings buried in the heart.

Alverro pulled away, dyed Clare's emerald hair, and fused their foreheads.

Alverro felt Clare's crying and herself airing, making a real harmony. It should be beautiful, but it hurt both.

Ah, it's heartbreaking for Alverro to obey what his love wants.

Alverro loves Clare. If Alverro loved Clare, Alverro would not allow his love to settle in a cycle of endless suffering.

It did hurt Alverro when he couldn't imagine Clare on the sidelines of his life anymore. There will be no Clare, no soothing voice, no figure touching Alverro to say that Alverro has done very well.

Alverro releases Clare. Then, it bit its lips to swallow the stuffing that almost escaped.

"Miss Clare." Alverro's voice trembled and he did not hide his sobs anymore. "I love you. Love you so much."

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard.

Clare's black eyes sank into Alverro's blue bead.

"Duke Alverro must be here!"

"Hurry and find him!"

Alverro kissed Clare's lips briefly before straightening her body, raising her sword, and turning around.

He left Clare's bars without turning his head back. Knowing that when he turned his head, Alverro would come back and choose to die with Clare.

In the narrow passageway of the dungeon, Alverro swung his sword. Dancing in the air beautifully, like the wings of a butterfly. But the butterfly's wings are deadly.

Every time Alverro moves, lives are stretched.

The underground prison is now the scene of tragedy.

Dozens of corpses lay, producing rivers of blood that thickened and mixed, cries of pain that still lingered in the air, and cries and pleas for forgiveness for their own lives became a heartbreaking melody.

Alverro killed everyone with his tears still flowing. Before he finally left, left the dungeon, ran away from the palace, ran away from his suffering.

As the Duke's son, no, as the Duke, Alverro was unable to attract his young miss as his partner. And end up losing everything.

...***...

Why I'm crying while writing this? it's not sad at all, is it? I'm just impressed with Alverro who loves Clare. But I thought this was a strange chapter? Well, whatever I've written this, the important thing is to be /pointing thumbs up.