The next day.
"Ukh."
As soon as Priscilla opened her eyes, she was hit with a severe headache. It was excruciatingly painful, and for a good minute, she was forced to do nothing more than lean against her couch.
"What happened over here?"
While she was massaging her forehead, she noticed that her room was in utter disarray, with every piece of furniture in shattered pieces.
"Ugh."
She blinked several times, trying to recall all the information.
"Ah, right, it's about that fucker…"
Faint memories started to enter her mind, and she soon came to the conclusion that this came as a result of her rage toward Duke Ukhan.
Her memory was still hazy, but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she was.
It wasn't the first time that something like this had happened…
"Bastard."
