In a castle where darkness and silence reigned, a flash of lightning illuminated the room, streaming through the windows.

    Boom—

    The blue light from the lightning cast itself into the castle, revealing a woman with long, luxurious red hair and a man lying before her, bloodied, with pale, silver hair.

    The condition of the man illuminated by the blue light was horrific.

    There was not a single place on his body untouched.

    Small wounds covered his entire body, and his clothes were torn or scorched, with parts reduced to ashes.

    Perhaps he had been impaled, as a hole the size of a fist had been punctured in his chest.

    "...There is no being more suited to being a Lord than myself."

    "Hmm, is that so?"

    Helena tilted her head and chuckled as she spoke, finding amusement in his words. She stayed silent and observed for a moment before speaking again.

    "You used your subordinates to torment the weak around you, didn’t you?"

    "...That is the true virtue of a Lord. The weak must sacrifice for the Lord, and everything should be within the Lord''s grasp. It is a shame that you, a Lord, fail to understand that."

    Despite his offensive remarks, Helena remained unfazed.

    After all, she had come here to kill him personally, didn’t she?

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