"I understand everything now, Miguel Rothschild."
Suzanne held her breath as she felt Death caress all parts of her soul. She shut her eyes upon sensing the sharp blade of the ax swinging down straight to her nape.
CLANG!
"Ha…" Suzanne shut her eyes tightly as she anticipated the end of her life. However, the pain didn't arrive. When she mustered the courage to open her one eye, all she saw were pieces of the broken ax on the floor.
"My, my. Is this what truly happens in the coven?" suddenly, a seductive voice of a woman resonated in the quiet great hall. "I thought it will be more exciting and interesting. What a letdown."
Everyone turned to the woman's voice, only to see the man on top of Suzanne's back flying in a certain direction. The executioner instantly crashed into the wall, creating a small thick fog in a small area.