Gedelin IX was far too weak and elderly now, his grip on the golden sword loosening so it fell powerlessly beneath the bed, emitting a crisp metallic clang.
The rootless fire of the Golden Sword crept across the floor but soon extinguished, for its owner, Gedelin IX, was on the brink of death.
"You know nothing! You know nothing! I'm asking you, Father!"
"Cough... let..."
Lunxis's hands bulged with veins as he hysterically roared at the man on the bed whose eyeballs were about to pop out, his hysteria seeming to release years of pent-up discontent.
"Do you think Dexter is a good man? Do you think he's the type to care about brotherly bonds? That hypocrite, just like you, his kindness and benevolence are nothing but an act for others to see! What he's best at is contempt, scorning everything about me, denying everything I am!"
