Chapter 442

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THE NEW FEUDAL LADY NARRATOR Sigrid pulled away from her possessive tormentthey would talk laterbut the waves of malice radiating from Morgana were impossible to ignore.

"Silas, lets not forget we have an audience.

How embarrassing," she said, turning toward Morgana with a crooked smile.

Morgana trembled for a moment, the memory of this womans agonizing attacks still fresh in her mind.

Hope was slipping further and further away.

Alright, lets end this." Wait! Wait! I can offer you something in return! Just let me live! I'll leave with my children, I swear by the Goddess! The entire estate will be yours! You'll never see me again!" she suddenly screamed, dignity already discarded at her feet.

"Are you talking about The Book of Risorgimento?" Sigrid asked mockingly, watching Morganas face contort.

Did she really think she had kept it a secret? "Ican give it to you..." "My lady doesnt need anything from you.

Whatever is in this mansion already belongs to her.

now?" Silas turned to Sigrid, his patience

for a ----

Her adorable Silas.

lost in such trivial thoughts, Morgana was screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse as several

macabre laughter and

Those eyes...

ME GO! LET ME GO! ELECTRA, SAVE ME! SAVE YOUR SISTER!" she screamed, spewing incoherent

tried to summon what little magic remained within her, but the creatures were already absorbing it mercilessly, creeping under her nails, corrupting her

wrists, stretching her in the air, their dark tongues slithering across her

"Break her.

Silas stepped in front of Sigrid and commanded

him amid the vortex

like aking...

The King of Specters.

as her heart had

This was madness.

Goddess was

Morganas screams echoed through the

were wrenched from the trunk of her body, joints tearing apart as

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