[Oracle of Past][10] [Hopeless]

[Few minutes earlier]

Drip_ drip_

Thud

"Hufkh.."

With a thud, a man fell to his knees, clutching his throat, trying to staunch the jet of blood, but the blade sank deeper into his throat, taking his life away in the next instant.

A woman wearing an open-shoulder black gown soaked with dark blood loomed over the dead body.

Her cold obsidian eyes looked at the man with a bored expression on her face.

"...That's the last one."

She muttered under her breath, taking out a tablet with a list of names of nobles written on it.

Crossing off the name of the man who just died, she placed it back in her bracelet before she glanced around the hall.

Bloodied corpses were everywhere, headless bodies lying on the sides.

Some women, but mostly men, lay dead on the blood-soaked floor.