Chapter 251
Two heroes—father and daughter, the Crimson Witch and the Crystal Princess—clashed with the God of Death and the Blood-Red Scribe in the final battle.
And the daughter’s sword plunged toward the most noble knight in the world, the father she had so deeply admired.
Thud!
Blade petals scattered. A blood-red flower bloomed.
Taking flesh and blood and bone as soil, it takes root, A flower of death blooming across an instant.
Blood blossoms spilled profusely along the man’s flesh and bones.
“……!”
That flower held color within it. In the white and dark winter night, its petals shone with a beauty so cruel it was breathtaking.
It was a battle that could scarcely be called a clash. No, it wasn’t even a battle to begin with. It was merely the process of a misplaced existence finding its rightful place.
The winter night scene gradually faded.
What covered that place was the world of Charlotte Orhart, stained with black and red petals.
“What an incredibly beautiful scene.”
Buried beneath the scattering petals, Father Shin-geom Bader murmured indifferently.
As if he had finally found a place to rest his body.
“The rose of the House of Lancaster, and the black of the House of Saxony.”
“Those are the colors staining your world.”
Charlotte nodded silently.
“But it was my father’s sword that taught me the shape of this world.”
“…Hearing that makes me happy.”
Charlotte did not respond to her father’s words. But now she understood. Why he was here, and what he desired.
