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The courtyard road of the Romero estate shone with the sunlight just above us, and usually this would make our place look like a shrine.
...but tonight this place only felt more like a graveyard than the home I had sworn to protect.
Each stone beneath my feet felt stained with the blood of my family, as if it knows the sins I've buried deep inside it.
And my grandson?
Noah staggered across the stoned roads, sucking at the air, screaming on something about his powers to nothingness.
It almost looked like he had gone crazy.
His body continued trembling, voice cracking as if something had hit his throat with a lethal weapon.
And his eyes?
Those hazel stones that lately had finally started to look peaceful were now only filled with one thing.
Betrayal.
And the one to do that was none other than me.
Just looking at the boy mad eme feel empty in ways I never thought myself because able to after Dragneel's death.
