His Anger

"You were assigned to treat me?"

There were barely any other words Svanna could say. She herself was too confused about Nightroe's attitude. The hatred in the man's eyes was fresh blood, but why the sudden outpouring of concern, as if leaving behind a great hope?

Indeed. Svanna was fine with the small wound on her knee. It was nothing. She had experienced worse than Nightroe could possibly imagine, and that still kept her from giving up.

Svanna did not know where Nightroe had gone to now. It was quiet in the room before a servant finally came in and told her something that seemed surprising.

"I can do everything myself. Thank you," Svanna said softly as she took over the wound cleanser.

There was an incomprehensibility that made her wonder, why wasn't Elisabeth who came with the medicine kit? Why a different, younger-looking woman? Where had Elisabeth gone?

Something inside Svanna was still searching for answers, but she continued with everything that was needed. All it took was to put a band-aid on the wound, and it was done.

"Did you see Elisabeth?" she asked slowly, clearly not going to take much more time to finish.

She looked at the woman who was smiling nervously. There was an odd image behind that frightened expression. Svanna frowned; could there be a wrong part?

"Did Nightroe do something bad? What's your name?"

Again. She shot straight at the possibility that felt so close. Not knowing everyone here was an important part to end. Let them get to the root of things.

Svanna needed to know if there was an impact from her decision to leave the room. It was incomprehensible for Nightroe to just leave without punishment. The man was obviously doing something out there. Something that was probably really too bad that it caused the young woman before her to momentarily decide to simply look down.

"Alina, Ms."

That was all. Without so much as a reply as a clue to Svanna's mind.

"Do you know where Nightroe is?" She would not give up. A faint nod soon became an uncharacteristic description.

"He is in the basement with Lisa, Ms."

Lisa ...

Elisabeth ....

Svanna could draw a conclusion there. The worry about something bad happening was already uncontrollable. "Take me there. Where is the basement?" She instinctively grasped the fingers of Alina's hand.

The woman flinched slightly. Probably completely unprepared when it came to facing a situation where there were so many big dilemmas.

Nightroe had certainly made a threat. About such a reward... Svanna's mind could not imagine the decision she had made unilaterally and put someone else under great threat.

It was fine if Alina didn't dare to say the answer. She could go look for herself. At least Svanna could utilize the various clues that had been found since she first set foot in this place.

Nightroe Mansion had a hallway as a special link. Perhaps she could start from there. Starting the journey at a half-run until Alina was overwhelmed with fear trying to catch up; occasionally reminding her that they would be in big trouble if she still tried to do something wrong.

There was nothing wrong.

Savanna couldn't interpret her actions as some sort of violent rebellion.

She just... didn't want to draw anyone into the embers of their hatred. Elisabeth would become the target of Nightroe's anger. That was both painful and dangerous.

"Didn't I give you orders loud and clear? Why are you still neglecting your work?"

Nightroe's heavy voice, laden with anger, seemed to echo in the corner of the room.

Svanna's breath caught, momentarily stopping her from thinking about what might have happened there. The man's wrath really did leave a form of overwhelming fear. Svanna really had to prepare herself. Swallowing harshly just as Alina caught up and the woman's breath caught behind her shoulder.

"I hope you don't step inside, Ms. Mr. Nightroe is out of control. He is very different from his father."

Not knowing what that meant, Svanna couldn't pull herself back as, in the remaining silence, Elisabeth's violently trembling voice slipped freely to the surface. She instinctively pushed open the door of a room located so in the corner and was then shocked to find a scene like an obsolete ritual.

This was a gruesome execution. Nightroe should have joked at the man's readiness as he extended the muzzle of the gun before Elisabeth. The rumbling of her arrival did not even make the man hesitate, though Svanna momentarily noticed how Nightroe half-turned his face away.

"What's your last word?"

The man's question was clearly directed at Elisabeth. How the middle-aged woman who was kneeling in supplication realized death was in sight. There was only a faint shudder and a look of despair in her eyes.

For the blessed time, Svanna swallowed harshly in the face of the tense situation. It was too dangerous. The warning alarm sent out an alert signal as the sound of the trigger pull left an unstoppable sensation.

"Don't... Nightroe!"

A serious shot made Svanna's body jerk. An instantaneous hot sensation ran through the nerves of the arm. She did not understand why she was so desperate to do something like this. It was just an instinct about providing protection.

Nightroe's words sounded faint when the man realized the bullet casing had pierced through Svanna's arm, revealing a kind of fresh flesh that was badly torn.

It seemed like everyone was really surprised. Perhaps they had never heard how frenzied Nightroe's anger was over there, and the man... mercilessly dragged Svanna up right away.

This would be their next fight. The only thing she could feel was Elisbeth's firm grip, as if the middle-aged woman was not willing to let Nightroe take her away. Svanna did not know where Nightroe would drag her out of the basement. It could only be confirmed that the man was done here.