I stared at him in surprise. He gripped the container tighter. A surge of emotions crossed his face, his emotions like a river that had burst the bank, unable to be concealed any longer. “Please give me… the chance to kill him!”

I glanced at the empty container in his hands and understood what he wanted to do.

“I ate my brother’s flesh. I don’t want to be forgiven but I want to-! I want to kill him! So, Your Highness, I beg you. Please give me the chance!” He pleaded, kneeling before me. His face was covered in tears.

He lifted the container high before me, choking with sobs, “Please, I beg you… grant me… the chance…”

I felt a heavy weight over my heart, and was at...