Fiona Sigurd and Victoria White immediately moved to defensive positions beside Edrin, their stances professional despite the rank difference.
Victor's face went red with fury.
"Have you forgotten you're Nobles as well?! Or have you sold yourselves to that filthy commoner piece of trash for scraps?!"
Ariana's voice cut through the noise like a blade – cold, precise and deadly.
"Careful now, oh high and mighty Imperial heir. You were previously beaten like a dog by him. If you raise your voice again, you might lose your tongue as well."
Victor's rage exploded completely, his composure shattering.
"SHUT UP, COMMONER WHORE! I know what the likes of you do for mere skills and arts! Wonder how many people you've already slept with to–"
Before he could finish, reality shifted.
Victor found himself standing on pitch-black ground under a crimson sky pulsing like a massive heart.
