The banquet hall's carpet was already stained red with fresh blood.
After the baptism of the bloody party, the Assassins all knew that the young man before them possessed an incredibly crazed and ruthless heart.
He dared to kill even nobles with ease, let alone Heartless Assassins like them.
The fact that a Heartless could be killed was in itself unbelievable, but it had indeed happened right before their eyes.
The Assassins were terrified, feeling the scythe hanging over their heads slowly descending.
The virus couldn't take their lives, but like the cruelest of plagues, it was steadily eroding their willpower, making them weak, selfish, and desperate to survive.
Only a few, with steadfast convictions, believed that even if they survived this, nothing good would come of it.
The consequences of betraying Lady Mary were more brutal than descending into Hell itself.
And they weren't assassins who walked alone; they had families living in the Rose Territory.
