With a twitch of her eyelid, Chille turned her head and glanced at the white porcelain bottle on the table. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and carefully wiped her fingers that had just touched it.
"Ahem." Clearing her throat, the young countess glanced at the walnut chair in front of the table, on which the velvet cushion specially prepared for her by the princess was neatly placed. A slight smile curved her lips.
"So, how have the people who have drunk it been?" Sitting lazily, Chille crossed her legs and faced Anjolina directly, allowing her to be seen in full view.
"Just as the rumors say, they have visibly become healthier and stronger." Anjolina spoke in a relaxed tone, her gaze quickly scanning Chille's black lacquer silver jewelry and over-the-knee stockings with lace-up ties. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart at Delfina Delettrez Fendi's impeccable taste... ahem.
In an instant, the girls in the room exchanged glances with a telepathic understanding, acknowledging each other from a certain perspective.
The young countess looked at these three individuals nodding at each other in unison, feeling bewildered for no apparent reason. She lightly tapped her silver-inlaid ebony cane on the floor, making a soft thud sound.
"Please tell me the truth, Your Highness."
"I haven't been deceitful. In fact, those few prisoners we used for experimentation are still alive and well, including..." Anjolina's smile disappeared as she spoke, recounting the details.
"Including those who had their heads chopped off. The remaining incomplete bodies are still jumping around." The room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the cold and sinister voice of the princess echoing.
Gulping, Serena swallowed a mouthful of saliva and decisively put down the ash-gray ceramic teacup she had just picked up. She looked cautiously at the small white bottle on the table and took a step back.
Chille's expression also darkened, and she pulled out the handkerchief again, vigorously wiping her hands.
Because the effect of this substance can withstand the test of swords and blades, it is extremely attractive to the noble aristocrats of Lanchinthal who desire eternal life, power, and wealth. I'm afraid I don't need to elaborate further." Chille's face turned pale as she sarcastically mocked, "Everyone is well aware of the extent of corruption and decadence among the imperial nobles."
Anjolina looked at Chille with a solemn expression, nodding her head and sighing deeply. "In fact, by the time the capital realizes it, this so-called Grace Dew has already flooded the entire Lanchinthal. The imperial nobles at the top of society are the most severely affected."
"Heh, everyone knows how corrupt and decadent the imperial nobles are." Chille shook her head disdainfully.
"Then why didn't you take any action before and only now?"
"The Harlot Case." Anjolina lifted her head and glanced at Delfina Delettrez Fendi, lightly tapping the table in front of her with her finger.
"When Filoline sent someone to inform your house about it yesterday, didn't they mention it?"
"They only vaguely mentioned that Your Highness has sealed the Wine God and that it is related to this case, but they didn't provide any specific details."
Chille habitually touched the rim of the ash-gray tea cup in front of her with her fingertips. After hesitating for a moment, she gave up.
"I see." Watching Chille reluctantly put down the tea cup, Anjolina couldn't help but smile, her expression relaxing.
"Although the whole of Lanchinthal is in panic over this matter, it has actually been completely sealed off by the capital. It's not surprising that the general public doesn't know the specific details."
She sighed again, shaking her head gently.
"But if those nobles were to learn the specific circumstances of the previous Harlot Case, it wouldn't be just a simple matter of panic."
"Oh?" Chille furrowed her eyebrows and sat up slightly, recalling the information Anjolina had just mentioned and mentally preparing herself.
As the princess watched the young countess become serious, she lightly massaged her forehead with her fingers and began to recount the scene she had witnessed earlier—"Block the manor!"
Step, step, step. The thick leather military boots hit the wooden floor, which was crazily smeared with an unknown liquid, dirty and filthy. Occasionally, broken pieces of human tissue, organs, bones, skin, and muscles could be seen on the ground.
Anjolina, wearing a silver helmet and a thick cotton mask, tightly grasped the cold and sharp steel sword in her hand. With a solemn and gloomy face, she directly gave decisive orders to the officers and soldiers in front of her.
Looking up, her golden eyes looked at the scene in front of her. Even though she was known as the "Steel Princess," she couldn't help but tremble for a moment.
Cobwebs.
Thick white cobwebs intertwined and covered the small room, covered in sticky and filthy mucus. They were like stars, entangled in cocoon after cocoon, constantly wriggling as if something inside would break through and emerge in the next moment.
And through the occasional gaps in the web, one could see broken humanoid figures struggling and crying within the layers of cobwebs. The heartbreaking and twisted sounds accompanied the occasional eerie noises that came from the depths of the house, spreading far away in the cold evening wind, making people shudder.
"There are still survivors inside, save them!"
Holding her breath, even though she could still smell the extremely strong smell of blood under her mask,
Anjolina suppressed her discomfort and disgust, gritted her teeth, and gave the order,
"At least catch one and ask what exactly happened."
Drawing her sword, a sharp and bright cold light suddenly flashed, and Anjolina swung her sword heavily, cutting through a thin white thread that blocked her path.
Clang! The clear sound, like metal colliding, echoed softly in the quiet room.
The girl, with a solemn face, looked at the severed thread in front of her, tightly gripping the sword handle, feeling a slight pain in her hand. She carefully observed the things in front of her and pondered.
"Torch, hand axes."
As the order was given, soldiers lit torches and formed groups, wielding axes to clear the way. Companions beside and behind them, holding bows, crossbows, long spears, and shields, remained alert to the movements around them, ready to deal with any crisis that might arise in this unknown and extraordinary environment.
The fierce flames burned the dense network in front of them, illuminating the gloomy and dark room with radiant light. The soldiers rescued the victims who still had signs of life while cautiously advancing towards the depths of the manor.
Strange and chilling cries, like the mournful crying of a baby,
Something seemed to be moving mysteriously in the depths of the shadows, rubbing against the ground, making creaking sounds...
Delfina Delettrez Fendi listened quietly, raising an eyebrow.
