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But that was fine, falling into the hands of Miss Rosalia was a fate far worse than death.
"Alas, the sacrifice that was within my grasp is gone."
Rosalia sighed and said, "Never mind, I'll just make do with those commoners. Having eliminated my greatest rival, with the aid of the gods, I should have an eighty percent chance of becoming the Lord of the Country now, right?"
The old maid replied, "Hmm, the power of the others is not worth considering."
Rosalia nodded, then turned and walked towards the door, casually saying, "I'm off to see the Archbishop now. Granny, clean her up and dispose of her, I don't want to see her after she's turned into a dragon. It would sully my eyes."
"Yes."
A curved blade appeared in the old maid's hand and plunged directly into the heart of Florecia.
Florecia, in the midst of Dragonizing, had her rapidly changing body suddenly come to a halt, the scales that were growing rapidly on her skin also stopped.
