"Who would be so bold to come to my manor and wreak havoc?"
Camille looked unhappy. She placed the wine glass on the table at the side and walked behind the male servant. "Get the guards in the manor. When we caught the crazy woman outside, I'll let her have a taste of torture."
She looked forward to a beautiful future as she thought about building a good relationship with Blackmoon Castle. Nothing made her angrier than an interruption at that time.
Ten minutes later.
In Vermilion Manor's hall.
The ground was littered with the guards' corpses. Each of them was missing an arm or a leg. Blood flowed through the cracks in the floor, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Among the high pile of corpses, a woman in a black robe and a rabbit mask stepped on Camille's bloodied face; she rubbed Camille's face against the ground and listened to her screams.
