A gentle breeze rustled through the woods, sending a few withered leaves spinning around Victor's fallen body.
Murphy stood motionless, a drop of blood slowly dripping from the tip of his Knight's Sword to stain the withered grass a deep, dark red.
The faint sound of footsteps approached from a distance, and Margaret's figure emerged from the deep shade of the forest.
She was still dressed in her Maid's uniform. The gray, woolen long dress looked out of place in the woods, but it did nothing to diminish her innate noble air.
Her long, black hair fluttered gently in the autumn wind, and her dark green eyes shimmered with a complex light under the dappled sunlight.
She stopped a few paces away from Murphy. Her gaze swept over Victor's lifeless body on the ground, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. "Master, everything has been taken care of. I have the two Wizard Apprentices who fled to the northwest under my control."
SHING!
