Semua Bab The Mafia King Dies Every Time He Kisses Me: Bab 61 - Bab 70

“The cruelest choice is never between right and wrong… it is between two people you refuse to lose.”⸻The silver arrow tore through the cathedral like a streak of moonlight.Halfway through its flight…It split into two.One arrow raced toward Leonardo.The other…Toward Seraphina.Time itself seemed to slow.The Raven’s eyes widened for the first time in years.Even he hadn’t expected the attack.“No!”His voice thundered across the cathedral.⸻Leonardo didn’t hesitate.He threw himself toward Seraphina.At the exact same moment, Seraphina pushed him away.Both tried to save the other.Neither thought about themselves.The first arrow struck.Not Seraphina.Leonardo.The silver arrow pierced his left shoulder, spinning him violently across the marble floor before embedding itself deep into one of the ancient pillars.Blood splashed across the black stone.The second arrow missed Seraphina by inches, tearing through the sleeve of her dress before shattering against the central thron

“Legends are not remembered because they lived forever… they are remembered because the world believed they were dead.”⸻The voice echoed through the darkness.”…It’s where he has been waiting.”No one moved.The ancient staircase seemed to breathe beneath their feet, every stone step illuminated by a faint blue glow that hadn’t existed moments before.Alessio tightened his grip around the wooden wolf.The toy felt warm.Almost alive.His silver eye pulsed once.Then the Archive whispered again.Not in words.In memories.⸻A thousand years ago…The same staircase had been crowded with men carrying torches.Warriors in silver armor.Women dressed in black robes.Children crying as bells echoed overhead.At the center walked a young man.No crown.No sword.Only the Oath Blade hanging from his waist.Someone whispered his name.“Caelum.”The vision shattered.⸻Alessio opened his eyes sharply.His breathing remained steady, but his pulse had accelerated.Lorenzo noticed immediately.“

“A promise made by a child can become the destiny of kings.”⸻The sound of the Fifth Bell spread across Europe.Its solemn voice rolled over snow-covered peaks…Across forgotten monasteries…Through abandoned castles…And into places where no map had ever dared to reach.For centuries…The Fifth Bell had remained silent.Tonight…It called every surviving Keeper home.⸻Inside the Cathedral of Seven Bells…The massive bronze doors groaned open without a single hand touching them.An icy wind rushed inside.Candles flickered violently.Every Black Council soldier instinctively stepped backward.Not because someone had entered.Because something had awakened.Leonardo stood perfectly still.His silver eyes remained fixed upon the darkness beyond the entrance.He didn’t recognize the presence.Yet…His heartbeat did.⸻Seraphina watched him carefully.For the first time since the Oblivion Arrow struck…His breathing had changed.He looked confused.Almost frightened.As though a forgott

“A kingdom can survive the death of a king. It cannot survive the division of brothers.”⸻The reunited Oath Blade hovered above the cathedral.Its blue radiance flooded every corner of the ancient sanctuary, washing away the darkness that had ruled the chamber only moments before.No one could look directly at it.The light wasn’t blinding.It was…Ancient.Alive.Every engraved symbol along its blade awakened one after another, glowing with the names of Keepers long forgotten by history.The air itself seemed to vibrate.Then…The voice returned.Older than memory.Older than kingdoms.“The Oath is whole.”⸻Silence followed.No one moved.Not the Black Council.Not the Raven.Not even the silver-haired woman.For the first time since entering the cathedral…She looked afraid.Not frightened of Alessio.Not frightened of Leonardo.She feared…The completed Blade.⸻Leonardo remained kneeling beside his brother.His breathing had steadied.The confusion inside his silver eyes had beg

“The dead can keep secrets. Mothers cannot.”⸻The family photograph slipped from Damien’s fingers.It landed face-up upon the cold marble floor.No one moved.No one dared.The image was unmistakable.Vittorio.A young Leonardo.Little Alessio.And standing beside them…A smiling boy no older than fifteen.One arm rested naturally across Vittorio’s shoulder.As though he belonged there.As though…He had always belonged there.⸻Alessio slowly bent down.His fingers trembled as he lifted the faded photograph.He turned it over.On the back…Written in Vittorio’s familiar handwriting…Were six simple words.“My sons. My greatest mistake.”⸻Silence crushed the cathedral.Matteo looked toward Alessio’s mother.She hadn’t denied it.She hadn’t spoken.Her silence carried more truth than words ever could.Finally…She whispered,“I’m sorry.”⸻Alessio slowly looked at her.His voice remained calm.Too calm.“…Who is he?”His mother closed her eyes.She had imagined this moment countless