Chapter 122

As I ventured deeper into the foreboding estate, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Her Highness had sent me on a mission that would be my undoing. The air reeked of death, and the stench of black magic hung heavy, like a miasma of malevolent energy that clung to every surface. This place felt more like the deepest, most forbidden recesses of the Underworld, where agony and hatred reign supreme.

I shuddered, my skin crawling with unease. "This place is abhorrent," I muttered to myself. "I'll have to negotiate for more compensation with Uncle. This job just got a whole lot more hazardous."

My thoughts drifted back to the enigmatic Crown Princess of the Underworld. I had heard whispers about her ruthless ascension to power, how she had mercilessly eliminated those who dared to challenge her claim to the throne. The gruesome image of severed heads hanging from the castle walls flashed through my mind, a grim reminder of her unwavering resolve.