—"The soul stone of Lord Heidely has shattered! The steward, he... he has fallen!"—
As these words emanated from the communication magic stone, the visage of Madam Lisa darkened visibly.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and she gritted her teeth in anger. At this moment, Madam Lisa, still bearing the guise of youthful beauty, resembled a fierce ghoul or an ugly witch, sending shivers down one's spine without the cold.
With a forceful squeeze of her fingers, the teacup in her hand was instantly crushed.
A terrifying, sinister, dark pink aura instantly spread rapidly in all directions from Madam Lisa as the center.
The dreadful pressure cracked the walls and floor, and the maids, unable to withstand it, knelt on the ground in pain.
'No, no way!'
'The Madam, she... she's enraged!'
