C37 (1/2)

Klaus looked at his hardworking and kind brother Elijah, his eyes heavy.

Marcel was most likely to exploit one of his weaknesses.

Elijah was still tidying up. They would never grow old, so what weakness could Klaus have? He casually asked, ”What exactly is it?” He was about to raise his head to ask when he felt Nicholas's sudden approach.

”You.”

A silver dagger stabbed into Elijah's chest, the blade cutting into his flesh. It did not even feel pain, and Elijah had no time to react.

Ah!” Elijah gripped Klaus' shoulder tightly, his movements starting to turn stiff. His eyes were filled with a gentle smile as he looked at his younger brother in disbelief.

Klaus, my brother, what are you doing? What the hell do you want?

Klaus held his head, and the husky, magnetic voice seemed to carry a sweet poison.

”Forgive me, my brother.”

”Love has no right in it. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak.”

Klaus had never intended to follow their plan. He wanted to do something on his own, and Elijah obviously didn't agree with some of his actions. He didn't want to be lectured all the time.

Elijah's normally normal face was suddenly ashen and stiff, and the faint veins in his veins were popping out, one by one. His stiff fingers could not hold Klaus's body, and he could only collapse into Klaus's arms.

In the end, all that was left was Klaus with a pair of sharp eyes. His younger brother, he deserved to die.

At the same time, he was Elijah's most important and fatal weakness.

Klaus' cold body quickly stiffened as he familiarly placed Elijah in the coffin that belonged to him and gently lowered his head.

”I want to win this war, I have to fight alone... ”My brother, I do not need your blessing and kindness.”

At the last moment of darkness, Elijah could hear his brother whispering in his ear.

Gentle cruelty.

The gentleness of Klaus and the cruelty of Klaus, but how come Elijah couldn't learn to be good … It had clearly been more than a thousand years.

Elijah thought of Rebecca, his sister, who would be worried.

Halfway through her walk, she felt a deep sadness.