Victor stood outside the inn, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled to steady his breathing.
For the first time in years, his mind was in complete chaos.
His bloodstained sword still hung loosely in his hand, and when he looked down, fresh blood stained his fingers. The sight made him freeze.
He had killed Celine.Not because she had lied to him.
Not because she had swapped the fertility results.
He had killed her because she tried to kill Arabella.
The realization struck him harder than he expected.
He slowly ran a hand through his hair in frustration before letting out a loud, furious scream that echoed through the forest surrounding the inn.
"What the hell is happening to me?" he muttered through gritted teeth.
He couldn't understand himself anymore.
Everything he had done over the past year suddenly felt meaningless.
He had abandoned Arabella because he believed she possessed an F-Class fertility count.
