The Plan
As Ivaylo's eyes flickered open, he found himself in a dimly lit room. Gradually, his vision adjusted to the surroundings, and he noticed a girl standing beside him. Her hair was long and white as snow, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her intense gaze was fixed on him, and it appeared as if she had been waiting patiently for him to wake up.
"You're dead again, Master. This is the third time you've died, and all three were pointless deaths," the girl was Mary, one of the Noctem Dolls.
Ivaylo sat up, then picked up his shirt that was hanging on one of the coffins. They were in a rather luxurious room that was dimly lit by moonlight.
"It's a shame; we need Miss Fleur's body, and that other-worlder's too... If we make them become our puppets, we can more easily proceed with the plan," Ivaylo said.
"But you lost... Does this mean that the plan to assassinate the king failed?"