Dylan just looked at the coffin, the senior who saved his life is now lying cold and breathless. The love of the senior reaper for him is not selfish. He is willing to share even his own life. The whole Bluemierre Crest mourned for his death.
His loyalty lasted for decades, and they did not expect that this is how it will just end. Dylan's anger for the assassin is sparking high. Drea's confrontation with Fox gave him a few major details about the suspect.
The mansion was filled with silence, it's as dead as the old man. Reapers, capos and guards paid their tribute. They no longer care if Blackhex will come back and hunt them.
Drea from afar could sense Dylan's heaviness. She heard him mouth blame, speaking against himself. The king knew that he is the reason why Old Elvis is now dead. Drea decided to stood up, she wants to ease him.
Only her footsteps could be heard, and everyone's ears were attentive. They speculated on her phase, as if they're watching a basketball game waiting for a foul.
Finally, Drea reached Dylan. She settled beside him. The king is still unconsciously awake. He did not even sense her presence near him. The happenings occupied him, the revelation itself is a bit too much to handle.
With care, Drea raised her left hand to caress Dylan's face filled with tears. He did not noticed that he is crying. The emotions were too powerful even for a king. He might not remember Elvis but he can feel their bond.
"Shhh... he choose to save you." Drea mouthed.
Dylan slowly looked at her, Drea can now tell that by the look of his eyes, he is in pain. Even back in the past, Dylan is a good king. Connected and close to his people, no one dies without being respected under his watch.
"It was all my fault." Dylan's voice was heard all throughout the mansion.
Every member looked at him, they are all sharing the same feeling of sadness and mourning. A familiar reaper spoke to encourage their guilty king. They all knew that it was old Elvis' choice.
"No, none of it was your fault our king. Elvis chose to save you in exchange for his life, he knew that the underground society needs you." It was Enzo who boldly interrupted.
Dylan recognized his voice, he looked around to find him. Enzo was spotted near the staircase while holding a teacup in his hand. The reaper's words eased the king but it wasn't enough. Another capo took charge of clearing the mind of Dylan.
"Our king, we lost the life of Elvis, but he had something in mind. So please, don't waste our fellow friend's sacrifice." He proposed his point.
Dylan was now eased, everyone could see the change in his expression.
'The king has finally returned.' Enzo concluded.
A familiar zeal within Dylan arose. An urge to protect his kingdom was born to life for the second time, after knowing his real identity, he no longer feels senseless.
Dylan took a few steps from the coffin, he then faced forward. A speech is forming inside his mind.
"Since my crown is held back, I, Dylan Bryst, son of Valoria, wholeheartedly pledge to protect all of you. From now on, no one will die because of me." Dylan mouthed.
Everyone removed their hats, it is their form of agreeing and respect to the king. Valoria treated them well, now they'll treat what Valoria has left. But as Dylan was about to continue, Reed came rushing in. He is panting heavily.
"Dylan we need to talk. Guards close the gates, and men move out!" Reed commanded in an agitated way.
Everyone followed, no one was left inside except for Drea. The doors were closed, and from the inside, they could hear the creeks of the closing gate. Dylan wondered about what is happening. Everything is moving faster than he expected. For a second before, he was pursuing his speech and now a danger seems to enter the picture.
"What is happening?" Dylan asked.
Reed looked at him, he has no time left to waste. He must go in with the point.
"The blood war continued, Hans was able to arrange the Battle of Royals, but it does not seem to affect the crisis inside. I'm taking your place as the king of the whole underground society for now, you're still injured. The fight for power has gone more mad!" Reed exclaimed.
Dylan's face started turning humorless. Both Reed and Drea can sense that something serious will come out from his mouth.
"Then we'll defend our safety." The king spoke.
Reed did not hope to hear that from Dylan, but that is the closest best thing to be done. Until the Battle of Royals, the Blood war is still ongoing. Leagues can fight and destroy anyone inside the society that they want. This season rarely happens, not until someone mysteriously started it.
"The Blood war is still on process. Hans said that it'll end after the Battle of Royals starts just like in the rules." Reed added.
"I still can't recall anything, what is this Battle of Royals?" Dylan asked.
Reed took a deep breath before speaking. This was his idea before.
"Battle of Royals is a one on one combat between the kings of each league. Anyone who wins will take the throne inside the underground society. He will also get a chance to choose whether there would be peace or not." His younger brother answered.
"And when is this Battle of Royals?" Drea asked.
She is also worried about the condition of Bluemierre, they are big but now they are the target of each league for the king is part of their crescent.
"In the next two weeks, and after that, the fate of the whole mafia world will be placed on the new king." Reed replied.
The three of them shared a stare. The king is worried, he couldn't fight, and neither is he sure if he knows how to. When evil takes over, a pure hearted hero will always come to the rescue, but the question is, will Bluemierre's hero be strong enough to face his archenemies? With Dylan's condition, he is no superman, perhaps a boy exposed to his weaknesses.