"That bitch!" Mystique roared as she looked at her image in the lake.
Currently, she had a black eye on both her left and right and her cheeks bulged out slightly, a clear sign that she had received quite a beating.
Of course, it wasn't hard to guess the culprit.
"Damn it!" Roaring again, she used her hand to disturb the lake.
Rising to her feet, she whipped her head back to find Bloodborne laying on a tree with his eyes closed.
He was relatively okay with hardly a scratch on him. If anything, he was barely exhausted.
Mystique clicked her tongue as she saw his casual appearance.
Was it because he hadn't received a beating from Ariadne as well?
Fucking bastard!... At least show a bit of care.
Touching her face, she muttered. "My beautiful face…"
Suddenly, she glared at a spot just behind Bloodborne.
The Ariadne lay with her hands and feet bound by sealing talismans and another talisman was placed on her head to keep her from waking up.
