"How... how could this be! My Illusion Ring was clearly—" By the time he turned his head, he found that the ring that should have been on his finger, along with the finger itself, had vanished.
The air beside him trembled as a short figure with red arm cuffs materialized, holding Arthur's missing finger in his hand.
"Do you have any idea how much effort I've put into this plan? How could I not have assigned someone to watch for the effects of your relic!"
After Margaret finished speaking, she forcefully pulled the dagger from Arthur's chest, only to viciously plunge it back in.
Crimson blood sprayed from Arthur's back. The light slowly faded from his eyes, and his steel-clad body went limp.
Margaret looked down at the corpse on the ground, the corners of her mouth slowly curling into a smile. Gradually, she began to laugh, her laughter growing louder and louder.
