If there had been any doubt about it before, such a thing had now vanished from Edward’s mind.
He was convinced that the man in front of him was his ancestor.
Other than their similar auburn hair and striking brown eyes, Edward felt a form of kinship he had never experienced with anyone except his parents.
‘He also called me his seed.’ He thought to himself.
However, what did all of that matter at this moment? Edward threw all his thoughts aside and brought forth his bastard sword.
The massive blade completed his mass, and Edward instantly took his stance.
The man in front of him was ready to kill him without any remorse—just as he had killed his friends.
Clearly, there was no chance of going mellow… none at all.
“Percival, we’re going all out!” Edward roared, as he was suddenly coated in dense energy.