Chapter Eighteen - Prince Asher
(Snow Top Mountain)
A small lady pushed a cart filled some colorful liquid in transparent tubes. Her legs shook as she walked despite her young age. She stopped at a door and knocked.
A bubbly voice answered. "Come in."
The door creaked open and the lady pushed the cart in, her head bowed to the figure on a chair. "Master, the substances are here. It stayed in ice for three days."
There's no reply. Then the chair, in front of her, moved.
A slicing sound, then a head fell to the ground. The young lady's head. The chair turned but no one sat on it. A person stood by the lady with bloody fingernails.
"Substances? What does she meant by that? How dare she call my wonderful drugs, substances?" the person pursed lips, then sighed.
The beheaded young woman's body fell to the ground, twitching before it stopped moving.
