Damian Doesn't Want to Play Anymore

"I want your blood, Your Grace."

Roxana didn't understand why Esmeralda wanted her blood. However, she was sure it was not a good sign. Unfortunately, she was unable to escape as her legs and hands were still bound tightly.

"Why does His Holiness want my blood?" asked Roxana.

"I do not care about the reason, Your Grace." Esmeralda said, "As long as he can keep his promise, then I will do all his orders."

Roxana clicked her tongue. Although she was used to seeing many people put their blind fate on Izekiel, she still felt annoyed every time she witnessed it. 

"How much blood do you want?"

Esmeralda smiled slightly. "Oh, I need a lot of your blood, but unfortunately, I can't kill you yet."

Suddenly, two villagers lifted Roxana's body. They untied her hands, then gripped her arms very firmly. When Roxana tried to release her hands from their grip, Esmeralda approached her while playing with her dagger.