“Liar,” the empress proceeded, no more sugar to lace her tone. Only iron. “You killed the people I love, and you will pay for it. I will bleed you dry, Hell-Bard from the North Sea. So I hope, for your sake, that you had nothing to do with it.” The empress’s words sang with truth. A major chord of such purity, the intensity almost swallowed the promise’s meaning.
You better hope she won’t escape from captive… Trust me you will regret it
