Inside a luxurious palace, in the underground exhibition room, a white-haired young girl hummed an off-key tune and opened the door to the underground collection room.
The door opened, revealing a horrifying scene like a slaughterhouse.
The young girl stood in her private collection room. Warm gaslight cast faint shadows on the ancient stone walls.
The air inside was strange and suffocating, as if time had frozen here. Her gaze slowly swept over the carefully preserved “collection items.”
Every specimen, every unusually exquisite instrument, was a crystallization of her intelligence and aesthetic taste.
She stood in the center and looked up, admiringly scanning the white “butterflies” hanging from the ceiling. Finally, her gaze settled on the human body lying on the “operating table,” which had lost its limbs.
The admiration in her eyes gradually disappeared. Her golden and red pupils showed a hint of disgust.
“You look particularly imperfect today…”
That figure was still alive. It whimpered but couldn’t utter a single word of pleading.
Inside the quiet collection room, a teeth-jarring sound echoed, the sound of a sharp knife piercing a skull.
Soon, the young girl slowly raised her left hand, holding up the bloodstained sphenoid bone in her hand. A smile appeared on her face again.
A knocking sounded at the door. The young girl slowly turned her head and looked coldly at the white-haired man standing at the door.
“Your Excellency Forte, this is a young lady’s private room, so men should keep out…”
Windsor cleaned the blood and sphenoid bone from her hand with a napkin and slowly said, “May I ask if you need something?”
“Princess Windsor~ I’ve come to confirm if Ciel is still alive?” Forte narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, “And there’s something else I must confirm with her…”
“Didn’t you look for her before?”
Windsor said coldly with a hint of impatience, “Haven’t you found out yet?”
“She played a little trick, Princess Windsor.”
Forte shook his head and said, “All the transcendent items she handed over are useless, except for one ring. All the information she gave is also half true and half false… She is very good at dealing with ‘Missionary’ interrogations.”
“If there’s anything you need to ask, I will relay it,”
Windsor seemed unwilling to cooperate, saying with some impatience, “I will not allow her to see any male creatures anymore… This will defile the purity of her mind.”
Saying this, Windsor’s eyes softened. She smiled and said, “Her mind must only contain thoughts of me… from the moment she opens her eyes until the second before she falls asleep, and in her dreams.”
Forte stood in place, seemingly not angered. He just smiled and said gently, “Then please relay this message. Ask her…”
“Where are Adele and Amy Hastings, who were traveling with her when she entered the city? Do they have another sample on them? If the Queen doesn’t know this information, she will be very troubled.”
“Executive Director Lucy Silva’s position on the board has been voted on and she has been removed. Inform her that no one will help her anymore…”
Forte seemed to think of something and said:
“Also, when your sister returned from her tour, she said she saw a red-haired ‘Subverter’ who looked similar to you in Berren City… Ask her if she knows her.”
“Additionally, when you grow tired of playing, Princess Windsor, remember to leave her alive. Please inform me beforehand.”
Windsor slightly nodded, saying impatiently, “Alright, I got it. You can go now.”
“How is your digestion of the ‘Butcher’ potion going? Do you need me to arrange the next ritual and potion for you?” Forte didn’t leave, asking unhurriedly.
“Get out get out get out! How are you more annoying than Father Emperor?!”
Windsor finally couldn’t hold back and cursed loudly at the door.
Because she was too agitated, she squeezed a piece of the fragile sphenoid bone in her hand, which made her mood even more irritable.
Forte chuckled and finally said, “Your sister has returned from her tour. Don’t you want to meet with her? Sisterly relations should be more harmonious…”
The bloodstained sphenoid bone was thrown towards Forte. He slightly dodged the attack, stopped what he was about to say, and slowly said, “Then I shall take my leave now… But please note, although the other party is a ‘Law Officer’…”
His words interrupted, Forte gave Princess Windsor a deep look, then turned and left the entrance of the underground collection room.
“So annoying! Old man!”
Princess Windsor, panting heavily, calmed down a little, then took a deep breath.
She waited for a while, until the scent of perfume at the door dissipated a little, before stepping out. She walked out of the tunnel, passed through the palace, and arrived at her private back garden.
After passing through the dark, jungle-like woods, she arrived at the huge glass birdcage. Through the glass, she saw Ciel standing inside, looking at her notepad. Her mood became somewhat calmer.
Then, she stepped forward and walked directly towards the birdcage.
Avena was forced to return to her family. Lichie was hiding in a Redemption Society sanatorium in a coastal city. Adele and Amy were hiding with Tara’s help…
In just 100 days, this small group, which Ciel had originally considered unbreakable, had instantly shattered. Almost everyone around her had left and gone into hiding one by one. Nia had also died tragically. She herself was also imprisoned…
This was truly the worst possible outcome…
That Princess Windsor was relatively easy to deal with, but that white-haired man, Forte…