Bab 129: the future we (deserve).

Tia Alessia scowled at Leon's bristling attack, her thin eyebrows pinching together. 

She glanced at the body of the fallen Flameguard and stepped aside to ensure the blood wouldn't spread to her boots.

"Your Highness—Leon, please. Please believe me when I say that I didn't know any of this would happen. My dream of a unified Rosweiss has not changed."

"I find that hard to believe."

Leon's eyes slid from the blonde girl to her two partners-in-crime. Neither were immediately familiar to him, certainly not the dark-skinned youth who hung back, carefully watching the conversation unfold. The other person's identity, however, became more apparent the longer Leon looked, as if he was staring into a cracked and dirty mirror.

"—Another Damian Roswald," Leon breathed, a low chuckle escaping his throat. His voice was hoarse from consuming shitty prison food and cigarettes for a week straight.