Looking at the little girl before her, who was moved to tears.
'This is so exhausting!' Celeste Grant thought.
Even she hadn't expected things to turn out this way. At first, she thought there would be a great battle. There was one, but the ending was a bit unexpected.
Her gaze fell upon Nina Kaye. The face she had drawn for herself looked to be about fifteen or sixteen—very young. Now that the World's Will was no longer wearing Jocelyn Grant's face, she was a little easier on the eyes. Plus, this new body and face were indeed quite attractive.
Just then, Nina Kaye spoke. "Madam, what should we do with the body of that good-for-nothing Jocelyn Grant? I've already devoured her Primordial Spirit. She's completely dead."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant lowered her gaze to Jocelyn Grant. Clad in black, Jocelyn's body still lay on the ground of this dimension, devoid of any detectable aura.
'She's well and truly dead.'
'Is she really dead?'
