Chapter 1538 Pain of Loss

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Chapter 1538 Pain of Loss

?Duchess Seraphina swiftly turned around.

Varian raised a brow at the drastic changes in her appearance in a short span of six months.

The old lady's sparse gray had fallen further, almost showing her scalp. The sagging blue skin had grown even more loose and lifeless, like the bark of a dying tree and her eyes were no longer as sharp as they once were.

Something inside her died.

"Y-You...are you really..." Seraphina's eyes watered and she sniffed back her tears. "Is this an illusion before my death?"

Varian opened his mouth in surprise and rubbed his forehead, as he shook his head. In an amused tone, he said. "If you're that happy to see me, you shouldn't have tried to kill me. Your granddaughter wouldn't have died."

"Xeola! Ahhh, my Xeola! The little girl! Xeola!!!" Like she had gone mad, Seraphina called out her dead granddaughter's name and sobbed.

"Cry me a river." Varian crossed his arms with an unforgiving face, not feeling the slightest guilt for making an old lady cry by killing her granddaughter.

If the positions were reversed, not only would Seraphina not feel any guilt, she would not even consider her action as wrong. No, she would've long forgotten Varian.

"You've come to court death, my boy."

A hand broke through layers of space and passed through Varian's chest. But no blood was spilled. Not even a drop.

Tap! Tap!

A hand tapped on Archduke Micheal's shoulder. With a stiff expression, he turned around.

What greeted him was a fist that magnified so quickly that he wasn't able to dodge.

Boom!

The world in his vision spun around and then something hard struck him in the abdomen.

A foot? A knee?

Whatever it was, Micheal was clutching his stomach and frothing, tears spilling out of his eyes and wetting his cheeks.

"Arghh! Arghh! Aaaa!"

Were these screams his?

No, no, it couldn't be!

He, Archduke Micheal, a strong high rank 9, the pillar of Pala couldn't possibly make such pathetic noises. Definitely not due to a weakling he could casually swat into dea—

Kriad and Corinthian looked at each other before swiftly using their powers and flying away.

Only Duchess Seraphina remained, a big smile on the old lady's face.

"Why did you stay?" Varian waved his hand and Micheal's spasming body floated in front of him.

He grabbed a sword and then pierced it through the spine of the duke. The power of death and soul inside Requiem flooded the man and he began to twitch like he's a fish out of water.

"Why did I stay?" The old lady smiled through her wrinkles, a creepy expression dawning on her face. "Because I can kill you all by myself. No one gets a share."

Varian narrowed his eyes.

Her vengeance had gone so far that she didn't even care about the risk to her life.

Perhaps she had a method to kill him. Even then, it'd be much more safe if she attacked him with several others after proper planning and resource gathering.

But no. She didn't even seem to even consider that line of thought.

"I raised her with these hands." Seraphina showed a soft smile for the first time in six months. "The girl was cute, clever than her peers. She looked at me with those big, gem-like eyes.

Oh dear, you should've seen her when she started speaking. Children usually say 'Mama or Baba' first.

But did you know what she said? She said granma! Granma! Hahaha! She couldn't even say Grandma!"

Tears rolled down Seraphina's eyes as the memories of a young girl flashed in her mind.

For a person envisioning his death bed, the one thing they'd definitely want to see would be their children and grandchildren. It'd be the happiest death for the common man.

Conversely, the worst way death a person could face was not his own but of his child's.

Any father and any mother would want to be buried by their children. They would not want a life where they would have to bury their offspring.

It's perhaps the most cruel punishment for a parent.

"I buried her with these hands." Seraphina pointed to the red soil on her palms. "This soil will stay on me until I kill you."

A cyrstal wheel materialized behind Seraphina and began to spin. Her natal treasure created a field covering a radius of entire light year.

A huge pressure fell on Varian as the vitality in his body began to flow in reverse.

Even though he looked young, his body was like that of an old man in his twilight, incredibly weak and fragile.

In contrast, Duchess Seraphina turned into a beautiful young lady. Her voice now sweet but was laced with the same hatred.

"After I kill you, I will bury myself next to her and kill myself. So, please die!"