Without a shroud or a coffin, two workers lifted the body, one in front and one behind, and descended the stairs, planning to hastily bury it in a random spot.
Neither the butler nor the workers who came up to move the body showed any trace of emotion. The death of the woman failed to stir anything in their hearts; they were like seasoned soldiers who could see countless deaths without it touching their numb and icy hearts.
The two workers even chatted and laughed, discussing what they would eat tomorrow and whether the Duke of Tbilisi's horses ran fast while they carried the body...
After the body was removed, the maids quickly cleaned the room and changed the beddings. In the blink of an eye, the room was transformed anew, once again becoming clean and tidy.
Everything...
Seemed as if it had never happened.
After everyone had left, Levin emerged from the darkness, his expression extremely somber.
