The other servants who saw the blood shrieked. They feared the anger coming from Ilyana and only stifled their mouths before a louder scream would slip from their mouth. Meanwhile, the true perpetrator held his bleeding leg, trying to apply pressure to stop him from being wounded even more but couldn't as Ilyana walked toward him, aiming her gun straight at his head that made his entire body to flop forward, "M- My lady y- you could not do this to me..."
"I can't?" Ilyana raised her eyebrows. "Why can't I?"
"I- I am the most loyal of the loyalest person in this house! All I want is to show that bastard his real place!" The servant yelled, gripping tightly to his leg that was still burning from pain.
