Never in the history of the Bratz Earldom had there been days so chaotic and awkward. Not only were those once considered part of the same Bariel faction now pointing swords at each other, but the bastard son, presumed dead, had returned. And he had returned with the Cheonryeo tribe, their lifelong enemies, at his back.
"The world must be coming to an end..."
An old man mumbled, looking up at the Bratz mansion. It was truly a bizarre sight. Soldiers bearing the imperial flag were stationed together with warriors of Cheonryeo. And all in the main building of the mansion, no less.
The old man shook his head and began loading headless corpses onto a cart.
Creak.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was even more awkward than it appeared from the outside. Not only were they as incompatible as oil and water, but there was also a major problem.
"We can't find the bodies of Countess Mary and Chel."