Everyone watching gasped in shock. Some people looked stunned, while others couldn't help but smile quietly.
Erianlia had been arrogant and cruel for too long, and many were glad to see him finally pushed back.
But the moment of relief didn't last. Almost immediately, the guards standing nearby drew their swords.
Their blades caught the fading sunlight, gleaming sharply as they pointed directly at Kael. Their faces were hard and serious, ready to defend their family's honor.
He glanced sideways at Cecilia, his brows knitting together. His voice was low, almost as if he was speaking to himself.
"Why… Why did I do that?"
Behind them, the scene was chaos. Erainlia lay sprawled on the cobblestones, clutching the side of his face where Kael's fist had landed.
His once-proud expression was gone, replaced by a twisted mask of pain. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dark against his pale skin.
