"Oh, how utterly pathetic," Morgana sneered, though she masked her cruel laughter, offering a smirk as she encountered Zolaris and Blanche Malvolia in the heart of the capital.
She had only wanted to spend her afternoon shopping for the finest luxuries on her list.
"The audacity you have to show yourselves before me. Isn't the Emperor's decision final regarding your exile? This is illegal, you know—you are no longer permitted to roam this empire."
Truth be told, this meeting wasn't entirely unwelcome. Morgana only needed to manipulate them, stirring up deep resentment, dusting their rage with a touch of theatrics—as if igniting a powder keg.
The Malvolia family was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at her command.
What absolute fools, blind to their own disgrace.
The flushed faces of Zolaris and Blanche burned with humiliation beneath their hooded cloaks, wrath and vengeance now consumed them. It was clear they had not yet accepted the bitter reality of their downfall.
