Irina's horrified, dilated pupils reflected only Monica's icy, unwavering eyes, and the dagger that carried the flames of revenge and endless murderous intent.
"Bitch, go down and apologize to my father!"
Monica's cold and hoarse voice was like the final judgment.
A flash of cold light!
The dagger pierced Irina's throat, which was wide open due to fear, without any hindrance!
Phew!
Hot blood gushed out, staining Monica's dagger-holding hand and Irina's velvet collar red.
The terror, madness, and disbelief in her eyes froze in an instant, her body stiffened suddenly, and a futile "ho ho" gasp came from her throat. Then, like a snake with its bones pulled out, she collapsed limply on the luxurious carpet in the box.
Irina Bellucci, the third princess of the Karl Kingdom and the mistress of the Bellucci family, left behind only a mess in her last moments of life.
The splattered blood and the wide-open eyes filled with horror until death.
She didn't even remember until her death that she was also a high-level professional. As long as she could mobilize her own magic power to resist or escape.
Maybe it would give the Gray Robe Wizard time to rescue her.
But the sharp blade of revenge finally penetrated the dark blue of protection and drank the blood of the enemy.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of dissipating magic and the chaotic noise below that had not yet subsided.
Monica slowly pulled out the dagger, and sticky blood dripped down the cold blade.
She didn't look at the corpse on the ground, but swept her cold eyes over the shocked gray-robed wizard and other guards.
Next up, Leonard.
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