Inside the secret chamber.
The half-brothers with a considerable age difference quietly exchanged glances.
Herbert looked at Kordi, whose expression was rigid, and softly said:
"From the moment you chose to strike against me, his heart was already riddled with wounds."
"No, perhaps even earlier than that."
"I remember when father first noticed your cold gaze fixed on my back... he scolded you fiercely."
"And after that, though your malice towards me didn't disappear, you learned to conceal it."
"Kordi, a child's intuition is very sharp."
Herbert sighed with deep reflection in his heart: "Perhaps you didn't realize it, but that's when I started to gradually become distant."
Herbert was a sensitive child from a young age, capable of understanding the ideas within artworks and sensing others' malice.
"Moreover, you were indeed too impatient — I truly have no interest in the title of Duke."
"Even though saying this you may not believe me, it is indeed the truth."
