Isadora's eyes widened as she felt the tip of the sword just beside her neck. She could not move because she was scared that any slight movement from her would cause a slight cut on her neck too and she did not even pray for so.
Just like she knew, she was suffering from a royal disease which makes it hard for the human blood to clot. Though she could tell that the disease did not cause much harm like one could have thought hearing about it, just like how she remained well after getting bitten, she knew it was solely the reason for her mother's death. And she could not take any more risks.
Elvira still held the sword firmly and stared at His lordship, "What do you say, Milord?"
"Do what you wish to if it seems right, Princess Elvira."
