Meanwhile, a middle-aged woman stood on the balcony of a castle on a secluded island. A satisfied smile reigned on her face, enjoying a glass of wine while inhaling the cool night breeze.
"Isn't tonight a wonderful night, Nigel?" she spoke even before the person who came from behind her could talk. "Today's weather was also good and everything for the entire day was perfect. It's as if the heaven is on my side."
The man, around the age of his early 40's, lowered his head. "We received word from the unit you deployed to the Reaper's base."
"Did they kill Hera Cruel?"
"No."
"She wasn't there." The madam smirked. "Of course, they won't kill her. How many casualties?"
"Fifty."
The madam arched a brow, looking back at the head butler of the Oxley Family. "That's quite the number. There were around 80 members of the Reapers stationed at their base, don't they?"
