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.

on with me this

felt as though

"It's…"

kept stuttering, but it wasn't long before he gathered his composure and was

and would like to speak

her mind like a clap of thunder. Her mind

"Ah?"

Priscilla finally understood why the servant was behaving the way

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To Tok—!

manner. As she dipped her

door induced in her

until a voice finally

"Come in."

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."

immediately opened the door. Almost immediately after that, she was presented with the sight of

two large windows and a large chandelier that hung

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

a relaxed manner, quietly

despite giving the impression

bowed her head

"Greetings grandfather."

"You're here."

oppression that had lingered in his words faded away, and

at Priscilla, his

"Something big has happened."

"Yes?"

she

immediately thought of a

meeting with the World

the Patriarch, had set out to meet the

about a month since she'd last seen

joining together against them, or was the house of envy up to something

what

Patriarch swiftly put an end to her train of thought. When she looked up, she was taken aback to see a rare frown appear on his face. Something

realization that the situation was a great deal more serious than

I'm afraid that

she kept her mouth shut,

spoke. The contents of his words

scale

"…"

a brief pause in her breathing. She was just starting to get a grasp

somewhat prepared, things were far more serious than she

felt something was amiss

looking at me like

a loss for words, but she tried her best

shed some

However, seeing that you're still safe here, it seems like

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