Chapter 165: The Song of Death

"Feel a bit disappointed?" Beatrice folded her hands behind her back. Blue-green blood dripped from her black nails, flowing over the torn cheeks of the Fishmen. Her blood-red pupils flickered in the night, transparent as the light shining through a glass of red wine held aloft. She leaned her chin on Alianna's slender shoulder with a mischievous smile, eyeing the creature before her.

"I never imagined the Sirens to be so... ugly." Beatrice emphasized the word 'Sirens' heavily, her playful tone as if she was about to plant a kiss on Alianna's face.