If Basil Jaak had been killed by her own hands, somewhere deep inside, Bertha would inevitably feel a pang of guilt.
But now that Basil himself had proposed this suggestion, if he died because of it, wouldn't she feel a little less burdened?
Yet, when it came to making the decision, the very one she had steeled herself to make earlier, for some reason, Bertha found herself hesitating.
"Hey! What are you staring off at!"
Just then, lost in thought, Bertha was startled by a sudden shout, only to feel an eerie and sinister aura surging toward her. Ahead, a Blood Variant Ghost lunged at her with a claw!
If Bertha had been fully focused, she could have easily dodged this attack. But moments ago, she had been distracted.
By the time she realized the Blood Variant Ghost's claw was coming for her, it was too late to respond.
She was about to take the hit... She even resigned herself to it, her eyes shutting slightly.
