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"Their betrayal was the fire that forged me; now I am the blade that will bring their ruin." ~Araneae Ruber
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NETA SCRUNCHED her nose at him. "You are not the young master nor the lady. If you want to die, die for yourself," She replied dryly, like Ulric had just uttered the dumbest thing he could ever utter.
Ulric rolled his eyes at her. "I don't mean me. I mean, for the plan." Walking to the window, he pointed out to the sky. It was already changing its color… slowly turning to early dusk.
"Once the moon is out, I will go report to the duchess about the disappearance and death of one of the maids. That should be enough to pull her attention off Luella for a while. Hopefully," He whispered the last part.
"You are silly. Don't tell me that is your ultimate plan…. Is it?" She confirmed.
Ulric looked away, rubbing his neck. "That's all I got."
