บท 71: The Lively Dawn

Witnessing the sight of either provocation or stern warning in the form of a crimson gift, Count Dregan, after a considerable amount of time had passed, regained his composure before instantly raising his guard, thinking that there might be an assassin or two nearby.

However, sensing nothing out of the ordinary, and realizing that the bloody letter in this severed head's mouth was a testament that whoever managed to place this purple gift and bouquet of white roses on the desk had no plan of showing themselves.

"C–Count, what happened?!" His butler rushed into his administrative space. It seemed as though the expensive pieces of broken furniture reached the ears of some others outside this particular room.