I stood by the window, watching the majestic back of the attendant as he received a satisfactory answer from me, and then turned to Callius.
“Kavala is pointing a sword at us.”
“Then you think you can escape. Foolishly.”
I don't know how Kavala cooked the Emperor.
But contrary to her expectations that we would tremble before the Emperor's power, beat the ground, and regret our actions, Callius and I were laughing.
I told the servant that I would follow the Emperor's will, but the Emperor would not be able to carry out the punishment he had given me anyway.
“You’re thinking tonight, Callius?”
“Yes, tonight.”
We exchanged cryptic words and smiled.
Kavala felt good.
Thanks to the Emperor's good handling of the matter, the nobles who had been running wild became quiet, and the wizards were busy fighting among themselves.
Tower Master promised to punish the leaders who issued the statement by falsely accusing them, just like they did to Luca Osijek.
Since this was something they had done because they wanted the Mana Stones anyway, most wizards would become indifferent to this if they were given the Mana Stones.
'You're trying to get me to do something like this. You're so foolish, Chloe.'
She never thought she would get hit in the back of the head by Chloe.
Kavala laughed, tilting her glass of wine.
Chloe, who used to tremble at the mere sight of her own shadow, is plotting something like this.
'You've grown a lot.'
Chloe was so pathetic and stupid that she was swayed by even a single word from Andrea.
Why did she change?
'Who changed that child?'
Kavala took a sip of wine, thinking of Callius.
What does it matter why she changed?
She will show them both hell.
'Calius is the key to the Holy Grail, so we cannot eliminate him...'
Kavala is in a happy dilemma.
'Would it be more fun to kill Chloe in front of Callius, or would it be more fun to catch Callius in front of Chloe, cut off his limbs, and show her how he turns into my doll?'
Then she shrugged and concluded.
“Why don’t you change the order and do both?”
It was then that someone knocked cautiously.
“Sister, it’s me.”
“Just wait.”
Hearing Dnieper's voice, Kavala pulled back on her hood.
It was incredibly uncomfortable to be locked in the room like this, and to have to cover her face with a hood whenever Dnieper or the maids came, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Until people's interest completely disappears, she has no choice but to stop sacrificing people and taking the life force from others.
Because if she does something pointless, everything she's worked on by abusing the Emperor's power could go down the drain.
“Come in now.”
Dnieper, who entered the room with Kavala's permission, stopped at the doorway without going in.
Normally, he would have come closer and talked to her, but he was curious why he stopped so far away. But Kavala thought that Dnieper was just watching her.
After all, this is not the image she wants to show him.
Moreover, because she was so delighted with the story Dnieper had told, Kavala did not notice that Dnieper's actions were strangely unfamiliar.
“I saved the woman.”
“Really? You said it would be difficult for a while?”
“I was lucky.”
“That’s good news. Bring it quickly.”
"Yes."
The servants placed the large chest in front of the door and left.
Kavala walked over happily, opened the locked chest, and saw the woman sleeping inside.
“This time it’s a northerner?”
“It just happened that way. Don’t you like it?”
“No, it’s okay. She looks very healthy. I like it.”
Kavala smiled contentedly, caressing the exposed skin of the woman's cheeks and arms.
“I’ll take care of the rest, so you can go out.”
“Yes, sis.”
Dnieper stared at the woman sleeping in the chest and then went outside.
Kavala tilted the cup she was holding and poured wine over the woman's face.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The woman opened her eyes with a shudder and looked up at Kavala with a confused expression.
“Who, who are you?”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Kavala gently soothed the woman and helped her up.
"Looks like something bad happened. You need to wash up first."
Then she cut the ropes that bound the woman's wrists and ankles.
“Oh, thank you!”
“Let me give you something to drink.”
The woman acted obediently, as if she thought it was Kavala who had rescued her by releasing her from captivity and treating her kindly.
Kavala chose a red and purple candle from among the candles lining one wall, lit them, and offered the woman a drink.
“Hey, where is this?”
“Just drink and calm down.”
As the candles began to burn, the room was filled with a faint red and purple smoke in an eerie instant.
The woman took a sip of her drink and looked around.
“It smells really good.”
"I lit my favorite incense. Doesn't it smell good? It's said to calm the mind."
As Kavala took a deep breath, the woman unconsciously followed suit.
It really felt like her mind was at peace.
The woman smiled happily, as if intoxicated by something, forgetting her situation.
“Yes, shall we go to the bathroom now?”
"Yes..."
The bathroom was full of unidentifiable tools.
Small, beautifully crafted knives were neatly arranged on several shelves.
And on the wall next to the bathtub were handcuffs and shackles.
“Come here. Hold out your arms. I’ll be wearing beautiful clothes.”
Kavala whispered softly.
The woman, who had smelled the hallucinogenic scent and drunk a drink containing a spell that intensified her hallucinations, placed her own wrists against the handcuffs held out by Kavala.
“That’s right. You’ll wear beautiful jewelry on your ankles.”
Kavala easily bound the woman's wrists and ankles and hung her against the wall.
Kavala smiled contentedly, as if she liked the sight, half-filled the bathtub with water, and hummed as she picked out the blades.
As if in awe, Kavala's hands danced around the blade.
After a brief moment of deliberation, she finally stood in the bathtub, wearing only a petticoat, holding a small knife with a not-so-large blade.
“Now, I’m going to put a ring on your hand.”
He gently drew a knife across the woman's finger.
The woman trembled in pain, but Kavala whispered to her, comforting her.
"It's not painful. It just feels good. How are you? Feeling good?"
“Yes... Yes..."
The woman felt in her hazy mind that her pain was truly gone.
Instead of pain, she was filled with a pleasant sensation.
Kavala also cut the woman's other finger with a knife.
The blood flowing from the woman's hand fell into the bathtub and mixed with the water.
Kavala, who watched in rapture as the inside of the bathtub gradually turned crimson, felt a thrill and picked up another blade.
From now on, she was going to see real blood.
She wanted to hurry and soak in the fresh blood pouring from this young, beating heart.
She wanted to absorb all the life force contained in that blood and regain the beauty of a newly bloomed girl.
Kavala's hands trembled with excitement.
The blade she held was about to cut through the intricately tangled blood vessels on the inside of the woman's wrist.
“Your Majesty, the Empress!”
The maid called out urgently to Kavala from outside the bathroom.
Kavala's hand stopped.
I'm trying to enjoy myself, so why are you interrupting me?
She shouted in great anger.
“What’s going on!”
“I think you should come and see me.”
Dnieper must have ordered them not to disturb Kavala when she left, but seeing the maid behaving like that, something unusual must have happened.
Kavala got out of the bathtub in annoyance.
The hem of her skirt, soaked in blood-mixed water, turned a bright red and wrapped around her calves as she walked.
Kavala opened the door and went out, glaring at the maid.
"What's going on? If you bothered me with something so trivial, next time you'll know you're stuck on that wall."
The maid glanced over Kavala's shoulder at the bleeding woman hanging from the wall, then swallowed dryly.
“That, that... Princess Chloe came to see you. I tried to keep her out, but she came all the way to the reception room and took a seat...”
“Huh? What? Chloe?”
Kavala was torn between continuing what she was doing and meeting Chloe.
She didn't want to meet anyone in her current state, which wasn't her best, but he was conflicted that Chloe had come to her at this point.
To such a Kavala, the maid, Liene, spoke forcefully.
"She said she wouldn't leave unless Her Majesty the Empress met her, and even brought her knights with her. She said she had something to discuss with you about the death of the former Empress."
“What? Ha! That woman really is crazy.”
Kavala decided to take a break from what she was doing and meet Chloe.
It was because she felt like she could only enjoy it properly after she took care of the annoying things.
“I need to put on makeup.”
“Kavala is pointing a sword at us.”
“Then you think you can escape. Foolishly.”
I don't know how Kavala cooked the Emperor.
But contrary to her expectations that we would tremble before the Emperor's power, beat the ground, and regret our actions, Callius and I were laughing.
I told the servant that I would follow the Emperor's will, but the Emperor would not be able to carry out the punishment he had given me anyway.
“You’re thinking tonight, Callius?”
“Yes, tonight.”
We exchanged cryptic words and smiled.
***
Kavala felt good.
Thanks to the Emperor's good handling of the matter, the nobles who had been running wild became quiet, and the wizards were busy fighting among themselves.
Tower Master promised to punish the leaders who issued the statement by falsely accusing them, just like they did to Luca Osijek.
Since this was something they had done because they wanted the Mana Stones anyway, most wizards would become indifferent to this if they were given the Mana Stones.
'You're trying to get me to do something like this. You're so foolish, Chloe.'
She never thought she would get hit in the back of the head by Chloe.
Kavala laughed, tilting her glass of wine.
Chloe, who used to tremble at the mere sight of her own shadow, is plotting something like this.
'You've grown a lot.'
Chloe was so pathetic and stupid that she was swayed by even a single word from Andrea.
Why did she change?
'Who changed that child?'
Kavala took a sip of wine, thinking of Callius.
What does it matter why she changed?
She will show them both hell.
'Calius is the key to the Holy Grail, so we cannot eliminate him...'
Kavala is in a happy dilemma.
'Would it be more fun to kill Chloe in front of Callius, or would it be more fun to catch Callius in front of Chloe, cut off his limbs, and show her how he turns into my doll?'
Then she shrugged and concluded.
“Why don’t you change the order and do both?”
It was then that someone knocked cautiously.
“Sister, it’s me.”
“Just wait.”
Hearing Dnieper's voice, Kavala pulled back on her hood.
It was incredibly uncomfortable to be locked in the room like this, and to have to cover her face with a hood whenever Dnieper or the maids came, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Until people's interest completely disappears, she has no choice but to stop sacrificing people and taking the life force from others.
Because if she does something pointless, everything she's worked on by abusing the Emperor's power could go down the drain.
“Come in now.”
Dnieper, who entered the room with Kavala's permission, stopped at the doorway without going in.
Normally, he would have come closer and talked to her, but he was curious why he stopped so far away. But Kavala thought that Dnieper was just watching her.
After all, this is not the image she wants to show him.
Moreover, because she was so delighted with the story Dnieper had told, Kavala did not notice that Dnieper's actions were strangely unfamiliar.
“I saved the woman.”
“Really? You said it would be difficult for a while?”
“I was lucky.”
“That’s good news. Bring it quickly.”
"Yes."
The servants placed the large chest in front of the door and left.
Kavala walked over happily, opened the locked chest, and saw the woman sleeping inside.
“This time it’s a northerner?”
“It just happened that way. Don’t you like it?”
“No, it’s okay. She looks very healthy. I like it.”
Kavala smiled contentedly, caressing the exposed skin of the woman's cheeks and arms.
“I’ll take care of the rest, so you can go out.”
“Yes, sis.”
Dnieper stared at the woman sleeping in the chest and then went outside.
Kavala tilted the cup she was holding and poured wine over the woman's face.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The woman opened her eyes with a shudder and looked up at Kavala with a confused expression.
“Who, who are you?”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Kavala gently soothed the woman and helped her up.
"Looks like something bad happened. You need to wash up first."
Then she cut the ropes that bound the woman's wrists and ankles.
“Oh, thank you!”
“Let me give you something to drink.”
The woman acted obediently, as if she thought it was Kavala who had rescued her by releasing her from captivity and treating her kindly.
Kavala chose a red and purple candle from among the candles lining one wall, lit them, and offered the woman a drink.
“Hey, where is this?”
“Just drink and calm down.”
As the candles began to burn, the room was filled with a faint red and purple smoke in an eerie instant.
The woman took a sip of her drink and looked around.
“It smells really good.”
"I lit my favorite incense. Doesn't it smell good? It's said to calm the mind."
As Kavala took a deep breath, the woman unconsciously followed suit.
It really felt like her mind was at peace.
The woman smiled happily, as if intoxicated by something, forgetting her situation.
“Yes, shall we go to the bathroom now?”
"Yes..."
The bathroom was full of unidentifiable tools.
Small, beautifully crafted knives were neatly arranged on several shelves.
And on the wall next to the bathtub were handcuffs and shackles.
“Come here. Hold out your arms. I’ll be wearing beautiful clothes.”
Kavala whispered softly.
The woman, who had smelled the hallucinogenic scent and drunk a drink containing a spell that intensified her hallucinations, placed her own wrists against the handcuffs held out by Kavala.
“That’s right. You’ll wear beautiful jewelry on your ankles.”
Kavala easily bound the woman's wrists and ankles and hung her against the wall.
Kavala smiled contentedly, as if she liked the sight, half-filled the bathtub with water, and hummed as she picked out the blades.
As if in awe, Kavala's hands danced around the blade.
After a brief moment of deliberation, she finally stood in the bathtub, wearing only a petticoat, holding a small knife with a not-so-large blade.
“Now, I’m going to put a ring on your hand.”
He gently drew a knife across the woman's finger.
The woman trembled in pain, but Kavala whispered to her, comforting her.
"It's not painful. It just feels good. How are you? Feeling good?"
“Yes... Yes..."
The woman felt in her hazy mind that her pain was truly gone.
Instead of pain, she was filled with a pleasant sensation.
Kavala also cut the woman's other finger with a knife.
The blood flowing from the woman's hand fell into the bathtub and mixed with the water.
Kavala, who watched in rapture as the inside of the bathtub gradually turned crimson, felt a thrill and picked up another blade.
From now on, she was going to see real blood.
She wanted to hurry and soak in the fresh blood pouring from this young, beating heart.
She wanted to absorb all the life force contained in that blood and regain the beauty of a newly bloomed girl.
Kavala's hands trembled with excitement.
The blade she held was about to cut through the intricately tangled blood vessels on the inside of the woman's wrist.
“Your Majesty, the Empress!”
The maid called out urgently to Kavala from outside the bathroom.
Kavala's hand stopped.
I'm trying to enjoy myself, so why are you interrupting me?
She shouted in great anger.
“What’s going on!”
“I think you should come and see me.”
Dnieper must have ordered them not to disturb Kavala when she left, but seeing the maid behaving like that, something unusual must have happened.
Kavala got out of the bathtub in annoyance.
The hem of her skirt, soaked in blood-mixed water, turned a bright red and wrapped around her calves as she walked.
Kavala opened the door and went out, glaring at the maid.
"What's going on? If you bothered me with something so trivial, next time you'll know you're stuck on that wall."
The maid glanced over Kavala's shoulder at the bleeding woman hanging from the wall, then swallowed dryly.
“That, that... Princess Chloe came to see you. I tried to keep her out, but she came all the way to the reception room and took a seat...”
“Huh? What? Chloe?”
Kavala was torn between continuing what she was doing and meeting Chloe.
She didn't want to meet anyone in her current state, which wasn't her best, but he was conflicted that Chloe had come to her at this point.
To such a Kavala, the maid, Liene, spoke forcefully.
"She said she wouldn't leave unless Her Majesty the Empress met her, and even brought her knights with her. She said she had something to discuss with you about the death of the former Empress."
“What? Ha! That woman really is crazy.”
Kavala decided to take a break from what she was doing and meet Chloe.
It was because she felt like she could only enjoy it properly after she took care of the annoying things.
“I need to put on makeup.”
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