Chapter 84: The Witch

Mary lowered her head, cheeks flushed crimson, even her earlobes dyed with red.

"If it's your command, my lord Baron… I will do anything you ask."

Nancy shot a disgusted look from across the fire. Her gaze alone could have melted Rus where he stood.

But Rus only chuckled lightly.

"In that case… I'll be borrowing your head."

"…What?" Mary's expression shifted in an instant, but before she could react, a sharp pain flared at her waist.

Rus's right hand still rested gently on her shoulder, but his left—at some point—had produced an enchanted dagger, which he now plunged mercilessly into her side, twisting it with brutal force.

"Ah—!" Nancy screamed, her eyes wide. "Rus! What are you doing?!"

Just moments ago, he'd looked like a lecher on the hunt—how had that changed so suddenly?

The guards around the camp were frozen in disbelief, uncertain why their baron had suddenly turned on a companion.

And then—they saw it.