章 62: Chronicles of Brunilda (II)

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Brunilda slipped by the guards with nary a whisper, internally calm and patient.

Whatever will happen tonight will happen, was the feline's thought as she prowled the Marinell House at night before settling within the master bedroom.

If this final effort to find out how in the world Countess Ophelia Marcel kept on getting repeatedly cursed failed, they would take the noblewoman away and Baldroy Harloch would win this round.

People might die in the worst-case scenario but people always died. That was just how life was.

Harloch's ledger though…

Instinctively, Brunilda already knew which way the Judgment would fall if she were to ever use her abilities on the man. If Mattheus were not so motivated to pry at least some clues about this secretive group from the plain-looking glorified accountant, the cat would have already done something over how black and dirty the man's soul was.