A Big Fish Caught? Evileye, Shalltear

Hiss~

The faint hissing and restless sounds of the Undead rang out clearly from behind.

Draudillon Oriculus's face was utterly bloodless. Her legs seemed to have lost all strength as she staggered unevenly toward where the carriage was parked.

A cold wind carrying the stench of rot blew against her black formal gown, leaving the layers of lace beneath the skirt caked in mud.

"Urgh—"

Draudillon Oriculus wanted to vomit, but could only let out a brief dry heave.

Perhaps she was simply too terrified!

Stepping on the ground that had been soaked by the recent rain,

Draudillon Oriculus felt as though she was no longer walking on mud, but on the corpses of countless citizens, on minced flesh upon a chopping block.

When she finally came back to her senses,

she found that she had already climbed into the carriage and collapsed limply against its interior.

She had actually survived?

Draudillon Oriculus felt a ridiculous urge to laugh. Should she be grateful for their "mercy"? No—the other side simply did not care.

That so-called "request"

was merely a spur-of-the-moment idea meant to reduce trouble. That was probably the real reason they had agreed to see her.

"—How could they—be so vile?"

"It wasn't just sadistic amusement, was it?"

Draudillon Oriculus wore a bitter expression as she curled up in the corner of the carriage, gradually regaining her Calmness. "They displayed magic of unprecedented power and made a 'request' that could never be accepted."

"They must be trying to completely crush any thought of resistance in me, the queen."

"If they killed me outright after I came as an envoy in my capacity as ruler of a nation, they would probably enrage the citizens completely."

"They're using my Terror to influence the coming decisive Battle. What terrifying strategy—damn it!"

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