Albert couldn't say anything when seeing Irena's face. He just stepped aside and said, "Come in."
Irena nodded solemnly and walked together with Albert. However, she already fell to her knees before Albert reached his chair.
*Thump!*
Hearing the sound produced by her action, Albert stopped and turned around. He had already expected what was going to happen.
"Master, I'm sorry. Even though you have given me everything, I can't follow you to fight for another country," said Irena.
'I guess this is the time I'll part with her.' Albert thought, imagining what would probably happen.
But to his surprise, his imagination couldn't be more wrong.
The moment he turned around, Irena took out a small knife and cut her palm. The blood flowed so much that it started dripping to the ground.
Yet, Irena didn't let out a single groan as if she had prepared for the pain.
She poured the blood to Albert's feet and smeared them.
