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

say no." Sigrid nodded, and for a ---- moment, she almost imagined

Her adorable Silas.

like a pig in a slaughterhouse as several specters began to close in around

eerie sounds of macabre laughter and

Those eyes...

those of her spiders! "NO! NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! ELECTRA, SAVE ME! SAVE YOUR SISTER!" she screamed, spewing

remained within her, but the creatures were already absorbing it mercilessly, creeping under her nails, corrupting her pores, infecting the very blood in her

and wrists, stretching her in the air, their

"Break her.

stepped in front of Sigrid

amid

like aking...

The King of Specters.

heart had begun to

This was madness.

Goddess

echoed through

of her body, joints tearing apart as they were pulled past their limits, bones snapping,

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