Marie Antoinette was a queen of France from the Habsburg Family's bloodline.
The queen consort of Louis XVI in the eighteenth century, she was a noblewoman of dreamlike grace.
She was a woman who could captivate even Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Even if, now, she was a black flower born of the death of royal authority and a queen's despair after her friends betrayed her.
She had deliberately cast aside despair, anger, sorrow, and curses, defining her entire existence as a Dead Apostle who lived for revenge.
Her sole purpose in remaining alive was to kill her old enemy with her own hands.
Marie Antoinette recounted her past, and as those memories returned, tears of blood unwittingly spilled from her eyes.
At that moment, watching Marie Antoinette shed bloody tears, even Yuan Shikai felt captivated by her.
It was not because of her beauty. Yuan Shikai had as many beauties around him as he could want, each beautiful in her own way.
Nor was it because of what she had endured. Plenty of people had suffered fates even more miserable than Marie Antoinette's; that could inspire pity at most.
What truly captivated Yuan Shikai was the fate Marie Antoinette bore, her unyielding persistence, and the sorrow of a wish that could never come true.
When Marie Antoinette learned that her wish might never be fulfilled, those two hundred years of obsession might become the final straw that broke her.
Yuan Shikai offered her a handkerchief, which Marie Antoinette accepted and used to wipe away her bloody tears.
François Prelati seemed impossible to kill in a physical sense.
He seemed to possess the ability to steal other people's bodies, but the exact mechanism was utterly incomprehensible.
Bearing Beelzebub's bloodline, he had provoked Kishua, yet even Kishua had been unable to kill him.