【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(15)

As he looked down at the two brothers, he found them small. He could crush them under the heel of his boot like ants.
But instead, Techno found himself saying, “My name is—”
“Technoblade?”
Technoblade lifted his eyes from the young princes and found himself staring at their father.
“Philza?”
Philza stood at the end of the hallway, undoubtedly following the familiar cadence of his sons’ voices. He glanced at them now, still standing before Technoblade like unwitting sheep waiting for slaughter. But Philza’s eyes showed no fear. Instead, when he looked back at Techno, he only smiled, his face softening with a familiar relief—the expression of a man after a long, hard-fought war, seeing peace on the horizon at last.