[The Great World — Lester's Faction]
[Matilda's Castle]
The air inside the throne room was thick with the scent of iron and ozone. Matilda, the once-proud Queen of Blood, knelt on the cold stone floor. Her regal attire was tattered, and where her left arm should have been, there was only a cauterized stump wrapped in bandages that refused to stay white, Mitsubishi stood at a corner, observing.
"I am so sorry, Husband... I have failed you countless times." Matilda said, her voice trembling. Tears rolled down her cheeks, splashing onto the floor.
