That was all. The single sheet of paper contained no grievances about her unjust treatment, no mention of those who had slandered her, and no reproach toward Cesare for failing to protect her. Even after reading the letter repeatedly, Cesare found nothing more.
If only she had written down her anger or sorrow—at least then he could have heard her voice for a little longer.
The sensation of blood splattering across his cheek snapped Cesare out of his hallucination. Smiling faintly, he watched nobles fall one by one, their throats slashed by sharp blades.
It didn't take long for all the nobles of the capital to be executed. A massacre of such scale would be forever etched into the annals of Traon's history.
***
Cesare occasionally regretted the slaughter he had committed before turning back time. Consumed by rage, he had killed every noble in the capital on the same day, leaving him unable to fully investigate the circumstances of Eileen's death.
