Seraphina... Where are you?

Whatever the reason, this was far beyond what she could truly afford now. All the while, she didn't realize that the sin she had already buried her hands in was currently tightening around her neck.

"Stop everything before you'll regret it."

"Regret? Why do I have to regret it?"

She smiled cynically before she stopped laughing all of a sudden.

"If you had been dead, none of this would've happened."

"Last advice. Stop—before you can no longer turn back. You always blame me whenever you're in danger."

"No!"

Arjan screamed at her.

"You really don't get it? It's all because of you that I was driven this far, and now that my position has been compromised—how can it not matter at all?"

At that moment, Seraphina began frowning at the prickly yet dull pain on her wrist. Blood was seeping through the tip of Arjan's nail, which was sinking sharply into her wrist.