บท 195: Eulogy of the Prince 27

"Or should I call you, Little Bitch," Lady Merse said condescendingly.

I gritted my teeth, my hand trembling as I had the urge to smash her head into pieces. This woman was already in her forties and she still had that same condescending, above-all gaze.

She might be able to hide it well in front of Milord, but not in front of me! I knew what kind of monster she really was. My gaze darkened and I asked her, "Tell me, what did you do to her?"

"Her? Who?" Lady Merse acted as if she was baffled, and then she smiled, "Oh, that little slave girl who was with you all the time? The one who said that you are a good boy and tried to protect you?"

Lady Merse's smile turned into a mocking grin as she replied, "She's dead. I lynched her."