The Two Empresses
feuds

"...although he's not a child, I still can't just let go" Saciel lamented as she sighed. "I still can't forgive myself for killing Vristhi."

"Your Majesty, your actions are appropriate. There's no need to feel guilty for Miss Tania," comfort butler. Saciel again sighed heavily and nodded, then rushed towards the throne room to take the scepter and knocked on the floor hard until a shield appeared and encircled the palace territory.

"Stevens! Parvati!" call him resolute. The two palace servants instantly appeared while saluting.

"Observate the palace as closely as possible and treat the victim with all your heart" Saciel said.

"Okay, Your Majesty," they replied in unison. Saciel released his energy into Careol's sky and healed everyone who was sprawled on the streets.

"...I won't forgive. He will be the last one to be killed," Saciel muttered half growled.

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"Maraquess! You okay?" sahut a soldier while running towards him covered in blood.

"Yes. You guys find them?" tanyanya cold.

"In.." the sentence was interrupted when an object fell in front of them and scattered the dust to cover the view. A terrible laugh sounded in their ears.

"Searching for me, lightning boy?" tanyakanya. Phillip swung his rapier until the dust disappeared, displaying Erika standing before him with hundreds of swords ready to strike him.

"Erika," he said fiercely.

"Hey, I'm still older than you, so call me Elder Erika, " said Erika cynically. Phillip raised his rapier and looked at him sharply.

"Wizards who dare to betray do so do not deserve to be respected in Careol."

"Well! I love your assertiveness, Phillip. You're starting to sound like Saciel now."

"...wah, start again," complained Phillip as he put his rapier into the sheath, making Erika astonished. "I don't think I'm going to fight you."

Before Erika absorbed the intent of her words, a long needle shot out quickly and scratched her neck deep enough for blood to rush straight through. On top of a building Istvan was standing firmly with a cold gaze.

"Istvan!" furious Erika. The summoned one just kept silent and jumped down beside Phillip elegantly, yet his gaze was still fixed on Erika.

"Marquess, let me fight him" said Istvan. Phillip just nodded and retreated, but his vigilance was still awake. Istvan prepared hundreds of needles on his back, ready to attack whoever his opponent was.

"Jarum won't be able to kill me, Istvan," said Erika.

"Let's see if that's true, Grandma," Istvan replied with a chilling grin. His feathers bristled, but he would not retreat against his own grandson. He immediately attacked him, but Istvan was able to fend him off with his needle.

"Wow, that's fine" said Phillip.

"Huh, this is nothing," said Istvan. He aimed his needle and attacked Erika, but everything was able to be repelled easily.

"You underestimated me, boy?" sentak Erika's. Istvan was silent, yet still continued to attack blindly. Phillip was just engrossed in watching, but broke up when a small explosion occurred not far from his place.

"Istvan, I'll leave you" Phillip said as he turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait, I still need your help, Marquess!" sahut Istvan's. Phillip stopped and glanced, watching their movements and grinning.

'Why is he here?' inner Erika.

JLB!

"One," chirped Istvan. The pain began to feel on his shoulders. Erika turned and found her grandson's needle already stuck in there.

"Huh, just a small needle won't hurt me badly enough," Erika said as she forcibly removed the needle until her blood spurted.

"No, Grandma. Not yet," Istvan said kalem. Erika slammed the needle and attacked from all directions, trying to scratch the wound and cut off the pulse of her beloved and only granddaughter. The one that was attacked only fended off, yet he did not realize a huge sword was darting towards him and piercing his stomach until it penetrated into his back. Blood flowed straight from his hole.

"Kh," he said. Erika only noticed Phillip's movements, but the Marquess did not react, still staying in place while yawning.

'He didn't help her?' inner Erika. When Erika was out of focus, Istvan immediately threw 3 needles of hers and pierced her right leg.

"Aragh!"

Istvan instantly drew out his sword, stabbed it in Erika's heart and jumped back. All the needles protecting her were instantly thrown around Erika.

"Maraquess!"

"Well, here it is!" sahut Phillip while making a lightning hammer and hit one of the needles. The resulting electric current directly seeped into all the needles, even the needles that were stuck in Erika's body. His vulnerable body immediately collapsed due to a 1 million-volt stroke that directly hit his body. The smell of burning skin and smoke poured out from it.

"Wow, what a sneaky way," Phillip said, checking Erika carefully. "You planned this from the beginning?"

"...not really. It just so happens that the Marquess is here, so it can help me fight it. Because I've never managed to defeat my grandmother" Istvan said, crouching near Erika. "Dead?"

"Yes. Where are any living things that survive such a high electric shock?" philip. He immediately burned his body and walked away from Istvan.

"You're sorry?"

"No. Instead, I feel relieved because I managed to remove the disgrace of my family," he said. Phillip sighed and patted his shoulder quite strongly.

"You did your best, Istvan. Good work" said Phillip sincerely. Slowly the tears she had long since blocked flowed down both of her cheeks. The pain that hit him was gone, but the loss of his loved ones even made him unable to stand up. Phillip stood there, accompanying the teenager, spilling everything there. An old man walked over with hatred pouring out of him.

"How dare you kill Erika with your dirty hands. I will not forgive, I will not forgive, I will not forgive! Kill it! Kill it!"

"Finally you showed me your nose, Boldstone!" sahut Phillip is happy. He turned his back to Istvan and pulled his rapier with a cynical smile. "I thought you were hiding so scared."

"Fearful? I?...not after you and ****** that destroyed Careol!" sahut Boldstone while hitting the ground and forming a giant golem.

"Ouch, shit. The rock?" complained Phillip while sheathing back rapiernya. "You don't have to use energy."

"Let me..kh!"

"You're still hurt, Istvan. Just shut up, okay?" philip kalem. Istvan simply nodded and began to heal himself, while Phillip took off both of his gloves and burned them in midair. He grabbed Istvan by the collar and threw him away, then clapped his hands together in satisfaction.

"With this I can fight to the maximum" he said happily. He rubbed his hands together and electricity began to envelop him. Boldstone just kept quiet, trying to analyze the movements of the aide who sometimes could not be guessed. Phillip held his breath steady, then turned to Boldstone.

"Don't be so stiff, it looks so stone" Phillip said.