Karl almost felt his knees giving way.
He had rushed here as fast as he could, but little did he expect that even after trying his best, he wouldn't be able to save himself.
"Do you think I should go and look for a good burial spot for myself already?" he asked Felix, lifting his gaze toward him.
Crossing his brother was equivalent to courting death. And he had done exactly that … today.
Felix didn't answer.
He merely tucked his hands into his pockets and watched as Karl tried to wrap his head around the consequences —one that were, frankly, exaggerated but not completely impossible.
"What?" Karl asked, looking like he was already standing at death's door. "Say something?"
"Eira … cried today."
Felix didn't indulge Karl's dramatics. He chose to address what truly mattered.
Karl's expression shifted instantly. He straightened and stared at his brother, trying to determine whether Felix was serious or simply trying to guilt him further.
