Chapter 67
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The bitter winter wind blew mercilessly. The air was cold, and the chill bit into Eton’s skin like a blade. White breath flowed from Eton's lips as he sat on the rooftop of Lisette’s building.
"What are you doing here?"
“…Belkiel.”
“Are you enjoying solitude by yourself? Yeah, that suits your age.”
Belkiel squatted down beside him.
"Where have you been?”
"What’s it to you?" Belkiel answered insincerely.
‘Well, nothing.’
Belkiel stared at Eton as he smirked.
“He’s already killed a bunch of them, the smell of blood is too thick. He killed just a few days ago.”
"I know that.”
"Do you also know who the deceased are?"
Eton stared at Belkiel after hearing his sudden question.
"They’re the descendants of traitors.”
“…….”
"Of course, some of them weren’t. Isn’t it ridiculous?"
Belkiel had clearly seen whom Rayton killed and found that they were the descendants of those who tried to eliminate Eton.
"Do you think this is a coincidence?”
