What did he do?!
What does he want to do?!
Raphael Bloodwing's most loyal follower, and also his lover, Liv Browning, struggled to lift her head, staring blankly at the man in front of her who looked exactly like Raphael, as her Divine Will grew more and more blurred.
Death's footsteps quietly sounded, and in a few breaths became deafening.
[Lord Raphael, I... I seem to be dying...]
Not being of pure blood, and not even having been granted the family surname, Liv opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but only coughed up a dark red clump of blood, and her frail body gradually became rigid.
Her premonition was not wrong. Since it had come to this, Motan naturally had no reason to let her continue living, and it wasn't just her; even the two people in the room ahead had already been sentenced to death the moment Motan decided to find some fun for the night.
