From the sack that was swinging back and forth above the lava river, a head popped out and that beautiful face, she recognized it in an instant. It was that maidservant. That woman. She seemed to be hanging by a breath. She looked like she will die within a moment.
The heat of the lava waves made her face red as she was hung there, her body tied in a rope, while her long hair was hung upside down. Once they caught flame, they will burn.
Esme glanced at the man who was lazily sitting on the throne, "I didn't tell you to keep her like this. She will die."
"Getting soft-hearted, are we?" Aleister glanced at her disinterestedly.
"It is not about getting soft-hearted. Once she died, I will never get to know the truth," And even if she did not admit it, but she has never seen someone so ruthless and it made her uncomfortable despite knowing that he helped her capture this woman.
