The dissatisfaction in all the stories seems to be made up, even by playing with facial expressions it is very easy to reveal it. Eric stood up and held a sharp knife in front of Lady Carla's eyes.
Lady Carla tightened her grip so that her knuckles turned white. Even the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible. "My husband spent his life as Queen Arabella's trusted advisor, but he was easily manipulated and betrayed. I couldn't trust anyone, not even King Leighton, who saw the manipulation for himself. He..." His words just stopped. His eyes widened so wide that she saw the blade pierce his chest. She vomited so much blood as if it were a stream of water.
Eric didn't even feel the mana aura around him until he saw a sharp sword blade pierce Lady Carla's back, going all the way to her heart. The woman's face was pale, her eyes open in fear and pain.