บท 222: The Package

Cinzia, the Queen, combed her hair in front of the gigantic mirror. She had just woken up from sleep and was trying to calm down. She massaged her face, lifting the facial muscles upward for a youthful glow.

"Ah, today is a bright day. No more stress," Cinzia whispered and took a deep breath.

They had been working with the prisoners and made sure to keep them in place by torturing them. Some died in the process, but she didn't care.

Cinzia's day was ruined when all the captured prisoners said Rosina was the culprit behind the escape, and she initially thought that Rosina had died.

"That poor b^tch," Cinzia grumbled and held the comb too tight, causing the wood to break. She sighed deeply and let out a breath. 

When Cinzia heard Rosina's name being mentioned. It caused her too much stress knowing she should have killed her.