The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 557: The Comical Curtain-Caller

"Wh-why..."

A ferocious claw pierced flesh and blood; vivid red soaked the sight.

An unexpected backstab brought Andrew a pain and terror he had never experienced before.

Clearly, half a minute ago, he had still been the most triumphant person in this world. He was about to eliminate his only opponent and ascend to the most honorable position in this country... yet in just an instant, he plumted from the heights to the abyss. Everything of his vanished along with the vital force gradually leaking from his body.

"Just... why?"

Andrew looked painfully and angrily at Robin and demanded with difficulty:

"You... why did you betray ? And... what did those things you just said an? Why did you call him... Mr. Speaker?"

"Oh my, I almost forgot about you."

The man and the bird, after a few exchanges, turned their heads. Robin tilted his head in contempt and did not answer, but instead asked Albert at the side:

"How should we handle him—kill him directly?"

"No hurry. If we’re putting on a play, we play it through to the end. By the timing, the audience should also be arriving," Albert glanced at the end of the road and said with a smile.

"Understood."

Robin nodded. "In that case, it’s inconvenient for to remain here either. I’ll go handle other matters first. I still have to keep an eye on Yelur—that old thing won’t behave."

"Go."

"Be careful."

Robin beat his wings swiftly and vanished into the deep night.

Albert then slowly approached Andrew, taking his ease as he looked him over from left and right.

"You... what do you want?"

Andrew coughed up blood; his expression grew ever more terrified.

Though he usually carried considerable swagger, in reality... he didn’t have much courage.

Back then during the Silent Moon incident, he had even temporarily left Belrand under the pretext of "fear of heat." At a ti like this, he likewise had no courage to keep a strong tone toward this elder brother of his.

"Sp-spare... spare . The throne can be yours. Please spare ..."

Andrew begged hoarsely. Clear liquid mixed with blood flowed down together:

"Andrew... Elder Brother... we are blood brothers. For the sake of us being blood brothers, spare my life, spare ..."

"You really are hopelessly stupid."

Albert cut Andrew off and sneered. "You still haven’t understood? I... am not your dear elder brother."

"Wha—"

Andrew froze. He stared blankly at the man before him whose face was thirty percent similar to his own. Rembering the conversation he had just had with Robin, he finally had a faint reaction:

"Could it be that you..."

"Yes, exactly as you imagine. Though it sounds hard to believe, that is the truth... But rest assured, esteed His Highness Andrew."

Albert bent down and whispered in his ear:

"I’ll soon send you to et that dear elder brother of yours. I hope you two can get along nicely down below. However, before that, please exert your last bit of residual heat."

Andrew’s eyes widened. Under the threat of death and the shock of the truth, intense terror made him instinctively about to shout.

However, Albert, who had leaned close, suddenly flew backward at this mont.

It was the little girl behind Andrew who suddenly struck, slapping Albert’s chest with a palm.

"W-what...?"

Once again unable to make sense of it, Andrew watched this scene, not understanding why that little girl had once more turned coat. But before he could make any response, a figure skimd swiftly over from the other end of the road.

"Your Highness!"

The tall, thin old man in a fitted, luxurious formal suit moved quickly and caught Albert in midair.

Following the old man ca a tidal clamor and panicked shouts. Silver-armored knights and several nobles of no weak cultivation rushed over from the direction of the venue, swiftly surrounding the place.

Seeing the scene unfolding before them, they all wore looks of shock at the sa ti, unable to understand why the two princes—the empire’s future heirs—would simultaneously be facing a desperate situation of death here.

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

"Cough, cough... I-I’m fine, I won’t die."

Blood at the corner of his mouth, Albert said weakly:

"Many thanks, Marquis Angus."

"I’ve co late."

Marquis Angus’s face was incomparably grave. He lifted his gaze to look at the now-dying Andrew and the ferocious, terrifying little girl behind him.

"So then, what exactly is the situation now?"

"I-I’m not clear either."

Albert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile:

"Andrew wanted to kill , but that monster under his command seems to have suddenly lost control and begun attacking indiscriminately, friend and foe alike. Andrew had no vigilance, so..."

At this point, a heavy sorrow appeared on Albert’s face.

As if what had just happened had indeed brought him a heavy blow.

"Lost control?"

Angus’s brows knitted tight; his peripheral vision quickly swept the surroundings.

He saw the ssy scene in the streets and alleys, saw Eken lying on the ground. His gaze swept over so extrely hard-to-spot marks in the black robe, and a trace of anger surfaced in his eyes.

Those people were sent by that kid to protect His Highness Albert, weren’t they? They too seed to have died at this monster’s hand. That is to say... what His Highness Albert said is all true?

His Highness Andrew actually, at such a ti, truly reaped the bitter fruit of his own making?

"Guh-guh..."

Hearing Albert’s words, Andrew suddenly struggled violently. He seed to want to say sothing, but as another wave of pain ca, the claw that pierced his body casually twisted once, effortlessly crushing his lungs.

Unable even to draw breath, he could only produce aningless, strange sounds in his throat.

Andrew’s vision rapidly dimd. In the instant before his consciousness vanished, he saw Albert struggling to his feet and shouting to those around him:

"Don’t mind —quick, save him, save Andrew!"

"Your Highness, but..."

"But what? He is my younger brother! Do you want to watch helplessly as my younger brother dies in front of ? Even if he wants to kill , he is still my younger brother!"

Albert was incomparably anxious and incomparably angry. He grabbed the collar of the person beside him who was dissuading him. He truly looked... exactly like an elder brother who bore no grudges and was worried for his younger brother.

On that young face was only utmost sincerity, not a trace of a flaw to be seen. Of course, whether it was these nobles who had hurried over or the knights already charging at the little girl, none of them would possibly suspect this First Prince who had only awakened for not even a month, who didn’t even have his own power base yet, who had just been hunted down the entire night—weak and pitiful.

"Your Highness is benevolent."

More people rushed at the little girl. Whatever their reasons, they all tried to save Andrew.

But at this mont, of course, it was already too late.

Andrew glared at Albert with poisonous resentnt, and amid extre pain, his body gradually grew cold.

And thus, he died.

This Second Prince, who had once been incomparably close to that position, never even felt the warmth of that chair and died in an ordinary cold night just like this.

Even to the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) end, he could only beco the most laugh-inducing clown in this drama and, after death, still take up countless curses and black pots.

As for the little girl behind him, after madly killing several more people, she once again turned into countless fragnts and vanished into the darkness. A great crowd of nobles and guards did not even manage to keep a corner of her garnt.

Whether it was truly because the little girl had beco terrifying to such an extent, or because Andrew’s death made so people sense sothing, is unknown.

But when a person dies, the wheels of ti do not halt.

Everyone still looked at this scene in disbelief, gazing at one another speechless, yet their expressions kept shifting in this instant.

Everyone knew that after tonight, the whole of Belrand—no, one should say the entire empire... was going to change hands!