Chapter 277
“Well, did I mess up again?”
Abel clicked his tongue as he opened the door. The stench of blood had been noticeable even from the hallway, and he wasn’t surprised to see the room transformed into a nightmarish hellscape. The room, which had been prepared for Iril, was now something out of a horror story.
“Quite the spectacle.”
The guards and attendants had been torn to pieces, their blood and entrails decorating the room. The finest furniture and clothing, painstakingly prepared, were now ruined, soaked in blood.
In the middle of the room, Iril was kneeling, sound asleep. Her pale hair and skin made the bloodstains on her even more visible. In her delicate hand, she held a small fruit knife.
There was only one survivor besides her—Bishop Olivia, who had been ordered to care for Iril alongside Retancier. Olivia was huddled in a corner, staring at her severed wrists and sobbing. Abel spoke.
“You’ve done well, Olivia.”
“Kh… Lord Abel…!”
Olivia staggered to her feet. The wounds on her body were not limited to her severed wrists; deep cuts that reached the bone marred her flesh.