Veronica almost had a heart attack when the butler's head exploded like a confetti before her eyes. Her mouth was agape, still processing what just happened.
Faint and light footsteps resounded behind her, the fine hair in her nape stood at their ends when Darius stood behind her with a spear made of ice. Veronica was taken aback by the sudden pressure of his Mana Field. Fear soon overwhelmed her.
Meanwhile, the slaves were petrified by Darius' terrifying Mana Field and stumbled on the small puddle of their own piss. In the midst of desperation, their only hope was Veronica who had the obligation to protect her merchandise. But, they doubted that Veronica would have the heart and compassion to save their insignificant lives.
However, instead of fleeing from the predicament, Veronica shielded the young women in her embrace, facing her back towards Darius.