The Thirty-Fourth Chapter

The crying of Hestia Halls was music to her ears.

Being a half-heathen is indeed an advantage, especially to a billionaire like Maebh Mullin.

She watches as the demon she summoned breaks the teacher’s bones and spilled her vibrant red blood into the autumn ground.

‘How cheerful it is if I’m gonna do this to the Amalgam…’ She thought as she picked up the Black Peruvian Rose and ran her fingers along its petals.

The night was dark, and terror flooded the park. But Maebh…she felt as if she was the Queen of the Night, the origin of the evil that plagued the city of Shamrock.

“Are you sure we can get away with this as smooth and as tidy as possible?”

She jerked her head to the man who spoke, to Ludwig who was careful to not step in the corpse and not leave any sort of traceable trail behind.

“Nothing is impossible.”