Under Lanie's resentful and unwilling gaze, Isabella let out a cold laugh, her blood-red blade precisely plunging into Lanie's torso, shattering her blood core with a single strike.
"You think you're clever, but you're part of this blood debt. Die."
Lanie's expression twisted grotesquely for a moment, her eyes then dimming, eventually turning into the ashen white of a dead corpse.
Even the deepest hatred dissipates like smoke, and physically eliminating an enemy is always the simplest solution.
Watching Lanie's body collapse into a pool of blood, Tilly pondered, "High-bloods are excellent materials for crafting magic potions. Let's not waste this corpse."
"Suit yourself," Isabella said casually. "Take Mia and those other old bloods' corpses with you as well."
"Great!" Tilly immediately expressed her gratitude, moving to handle Lanie's body first.
