The Third Wife was still pressed flat against the wall, clutching her knees to her chest, trembling as she stared at the terrifying, blood-soaked Lord standing before her.
Samuel's entire demeanor shifted. The frantic husband vanished, and the ruthless, cold-blooded noble lord took his place. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the corner, his foot smoothly kicking his fallen sword up from the floorboards and catching the hilt perfectly in his hand.
"Is she one of them?" Samuel asked, his voice entirely devoid of emotion as he raised the blood-stained blade toward the Third Wife's neck.
The Third Wife let out a terrified squeak, pressing her hands over her face.
"Oh, he is definitely going to kill her," the System announced from the ceiling, aggressively eating a digital bucket of popcorn. "Host, your husband has zero chill."
Before Samuel could take another step, Heena grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him backward with surprising strength.
