"Your Majesty, spare me!" Henri begged in desperation.
"Spare you? Hmph! Your crimes deserve death ten thousand times over!" Barnett's wrathful voice made the entire altar tremble.
"I already said Margie would be retried, yet you took matters into your own hands. Considering your years of service to the vampire race, I've already shown mercy by not pursuing your affair with Heather. Monica was just Heather's tool—her death meant nothing. Yet you insisted on hunting her down relentlessly."
"Your Majesty... I..." Henri's voice was cut off.
"No excuses left? In that case, go to hell and reunite with your wife and daughter!"
"Your Majesty..." Henri struggled, his voice trembling violently.
Through blurred vision, I saw Barnett grab his neck with one hand and hurl him away. Henri's burly body turned to ash midair, vanishing without a trace.
