Maxwell was entering the castle, carrying the unconscious Ivy in his arms and holding the golden dagger in his right hand. He was smiling triumphantly because his plan works just the way he envisioned it to be.
He looked at Ivy's beautiful face. "Welcome back inside the castle, my love!" he said grinning. He feels elated that she's finally back in his domain. He will never let her go again. He will never allow any guy to touch her body again. Ivy is only his, exclusively. He almost lost her, but now she's back on his side. He knows how powerful her blood is. She can be of many uses to him. Therefore she is valuable to him.
The old servant looked at him, his eyes widened in shock. "Huh? My Lord? W-hen d-did you able to exit the castle? Why are you not burning to ashes? And who is that lady you are carrying in your arms?"
