The light swept across Tristan’s neck.

Squelch!

Blood splattered everywhere wildly, and a head soared up into the air.

Tristan’s head tumbled in the air, and he could see his own body spurting blood. His eyes widened as though he was trying to remember the scene right before his death. And in his heart, he inexplicably thought, ‘Well, no matter. Death is a relief. I finally don’t have to eat that disgusting mud anymore!’

“No!”

Abel roared up into the sky.

Tristan was his son, the greatest pride of his life, and he was also the greatest hope for Missouri’s Colemans. Everyone had been counting on him to grow up quickly so that he would be able to lead the Colemans of Missouri to new heights, breaking the shackles of the eight great royal families and climbing even higher than ever.

But now.

All those expectations and hopes were shattered.

His heart was crying tears of blood.

“You, you all dare kill my son?!

“You dare to destroy the hope of our Missouri’s Coleman family!

“The