Neirin was not unfamiliar with pain, blood, and death. In fact, she was accustomed to it. Her eyes had already seen countless death, especially in her previous life. She had been in situations where even though she didn't want to kill, she needed to in order to save herself.
Back then, she was shouting in her heart about how unfair the world was. Choices were only given to those who had privileges and to those who had money. But look what she has right now; where she was standing. With her title, everything for her was easy.
Although it was a fake title, it gave her the privilege to make some choices that could either ruin lives or turn them for the better.
Neirin swallowed hard. She then looked around, afraid that the culprit who had done this hideous massacre might be around watching. She held her breath, afraid to make any sound. Her eyes went from left to right, back, and front. After confirming it a few times, she could finally breathe easily.
