"How... how can it be! My Illusion Ring was clearly—" By the time he turned his head, he found that the ring that should have been on his finger, along with the finger itself, were gone.
The air next to him trembled, and a small figure with red arm cuffs appeared, holding in his hands the missing finger of Arthur.
"For this plan, you know how much energy I have spent! How could I not have someone watch the effect of the relic on you!"
After Margaret had finished speaking, she pulled the dagger from Arthur's chest with force, then plunged it back in viciously.
Crimson blood sprayed from Arthur's back as the light slowly faded from his eyes, and his steel-wrapped body softened.
Margaret looked at the corpse on the ground, the corners of her mouth slowly curling into a smile, gradually growing louder.
For some reason, the tightly shut doors around slowly opened a crack, the islanders stealthily peeked outside and began to whisper among themselves.
"Is that Miss Margaret??"
