A not so joyous after-party [4]
-Spurt!
"M-matriarch!"
Splurting black blood on the ground, inside of a dim light room, an enchanting figure clenched her heart.
A black silhouette appeared next to the Matriarch who had just splurted black blood on the ground and hastily helped her sit on her throne.
Though her breath was weak, her presence remained majestic as the servant did not dare utter a single word.
Gripping the armrest of her throne, the matriarch whose figure was now incomparably pale said
"He failed..."
-Crack! -Crack!
Tightening her grip on the armrest, cracks started appearing on the throne as a red glow started emanating from the Matriarch's figure.
"...Fortunately because he was much weaker than me, his death has only cost me a small internal injury"
Hearing what the Matriach had said, the servant worriedly asked
"How long do you need to recuperate?"
"I should be healed in about a year's time..."
Turning her head to the servant that was next to her, she coldly ordered