waking from her slumber, her beautiful girl with skin as pale as winter snow slowly rose from her bed, her eye color shifting from brown to red.
"Charlington."
Swish!
An expressionless blond maid appeared in a flash like the wind.
"My lady."
Her time was low and neutral, with respect and hate resonating from it.
"Tell me, Charlington, you hate me, but can't do anything to me. So, what does that make you?"
"A weakling, my lady."
"Good... A weakling... A little worm I can get rid of anytime I choose."
The girl gripped so tight blood began dripping down the maid's jawline. "Tell me, Charlington. Do you feel it?"
The maid slowly nodded, "Yes, my lady. We have lost connection with the Karntin and the Gonballah."
Those were the lady's subordinates who were supposed to work in the city and a town a little far from here.