บท 85: Death is too little for you.

Marian sighed as she looked directly at Dantalian. She spoke while hearing Freytan's footsteps getting closer. "Are you sure about doing this?"

"Hmm? I am already doing it, so what's the point of your question?" Dantalian spoke, activating the Divine Hand with both hands hidden in his pockets.

"You know, I am a duchess..." Before Marian could continue speaking, a gust of wind blade passed in front of her eyes, cutting a small strand of her hair that fell in front of her eyes.

"You bitch, behave yourself. Freytan can't wait any longer for the show to begin," Amanda spoke, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall next to the un-frozen door.

"Freytan, calm down. It's not your moment yet," Fiona said, touching Freytan's shoulder and causing her to stop walking, her eyes completely focused on Marian's actions.