Marguerite dismisses the scared attendant with a wave of her hand. Her smile is completely gone now as she looks in front of her with a cold and empty gaze.
It's tiring. She doesn't want to be weak anymore. It's too tiring.
She stands up and opens the door to her room.
From now on, she is strong.
She feels the stream of soul power flow through her. It feels cold but warm at the same time.
She closes her eyes and inhales. Is this what it feels to be high? She feels so grand.
As she walks in the corridor, she knocks on the door of the head eunuch. It's strangely polite for the visit of a simple eunuch, but old habits die hard.
Before the door gets opened, she notices that her eyesight has improved significantly. She notices the tiniest thing, the smallest detail much easier than before.
