The Author's POV

Chapter 713

The next day.

"Ukh."

As soon as Priscilla opened her eyes, she was hit with a severe headache. It was excruciatingly painful, and for a good minute, she was forced to do nothing more than lean against her couch.

"What happened over here?"

While she was massaging her forehead, she noticed that her room was in utter disarray, with every piece of furniture in shattered pieces.

"Ugh."

She blinked several times, trying to recall all the information.

"Ah, right, it's about that fucker…"

Faint memories started to enter her mind, and she soon came to the conclusion that this came as a result of her rage toward Duke Ukhan.

Her memory was still hazy, but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she was.

It wasn't the first time that something like this had happened…

"Bastard."

She muttered an expletive as she recalled what had transpired in the cave the day prior. It was difficult to put into words exactly how irritated she was at this very moment.

"I should have someone clean up this mess."

Throwing one last glance at her surroundings, Priscilla gradually stood up.

She ruffled her hair and started walking toward the door, but just as she took the first step toward it, the door suddenly burst open and one of her servants walked in.

"Duchess!"

His tone of voice carried an air of panic, which caused her pretty features to contort into a frown.

"What is it?"

"It's…"

The servant took a deep breath just as a look that could be interpreted as fear crossed his eyes. The manner in which he carried himself piqued Priscilla's interest even further.

"That."

The servant stumbled over his words as if he was having trouble articulating a sentence. His actions annoyed Priscilla.

She glared at him.

"What is it? Spit it out before I get annoyed."

She had no idea what was causing it, but for some unexplainable reason, she found herself becoming irritated by everything at the moment. Be it her servant, the smell that lingered in the air, and the sunlight filtering through the windows.

Even when facing the servant, whom she usually treated with courtesy, she found herself unable to hide her true self. The words coming out of her mouth were rather crude.

going on with

It felt as

"It's…"

wasn't long before he gathered his composure and was

and would like

of the servant echoed in her mind like

"Ah?"

this point that Priscilla finally understood why the servant was behaving

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To Tok—!

the heavy wooden door in a submissive manner. As she dipped her head, she

her

what seemed to be hours until

"Come in."

powerful was housed within the speaker's voice, making her blood boil as a result. It was so suffocating that she felt paralyzed and unable to move until a few seconds after the voice had ceased to be

"If you'll excuse me."

and immediately opened the door. Almost immediately after that, she

entire room was illuminated by two large windows and a large chandelier that hung

person seated in the middle of the room was the thing that drew her attention. A demon with long, pinkish straight

sat behind the desk in a relaxed manner, quietly writing over a

that he exuded, which, despite giving the impression that he was not dangerous, only served

bowed her head and

"Greetings grandfather."

"You're here."

strange feeling of oppression that had lingered in his words faded away, and in its place was a

stared directly at Priscilla, his gaze

"Something big has happened."

"Yes?"

she immediately pulled

immediately thought of a

meeting with the World Decree gone

her grandfather, the Patriarch, had set out to meet the other Patriarchs in order to

she'd last seen him. Had something gone wrong with the

joining together against them, or was the house of envy

not what you're

aback to see a rare frown appear

that very moment, she had the sudden realization that the situation was a great deal more serious than she

I'm afraid that things are a lot worse than

dropped at the thought, and she kept her

take long, as he soon spoke.

night. On a scale large enough to alarm

"…"

breathing. She was just starting to get a grasp on how dire the

serious than she had originally anticipated,

felt something was

grandfather looking at me like

a loss for words, but she tried her best to keep her composure. Whatever

next words shed some light

had originally come here expecting the worst. However, seeing that you're still safe here, it seems like we've fallen

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