Daphne turned her head to look at Hewinia, smiling as she spoke.
"How is it? Compared to our family's plan, don't your schemes seem rather childish?"
"In the end," Daphne raised her finger to Hewinia, "you're nothing but mud from the Seed District. Even if it's the Golden Score, it's still mud."
"What right do you have to think that your single effort can compare to the centuries of accumulation by us Holy Sound nobles?"
As she finished speaking, two sharp blades pierced Hewinia's heart from front and back.
Hewinia's eyes widened.
She stared fixedly at Daphne, watching the latter leisurely pull out a small knife.
"Actually, I should thank you," Daphne said. "You've kept up that appearance until now, giving me the sensation of avenging a great wrong, so I've decided… to personally flay you."
She smiled at Hewinia.
That cruel, devilish smile, just like the original Hewinia from a year ago.
Finally, Hewinia's vision darkened, and she completely bowed her head.
...
