Chapter 3: Part 9

The white-haired girl stood in front of the Glassred Mansion, holding a wooden box about seventy centimeters tall.

She was holding on to what she made at the Gine Workshop and was on her way back to the manor.

The guards corpses lay at the girls feet. Screams could also be heard from within the mansion.

( That idiot, acting so flashy)

Itd be best to prepare the ritualwhile thinking such, I.R. briskly left the front of the mansion.

(But with this, he has reached his original goal)

The main street was surprisingly quiet late at night. Most likely none had noticed the like of the tragedy befalling the Glassred estate.

(There will be sights to see from now on. Duke, what actions will you takefrom here?)

I.R. looked up at the night sky.

The full moons radiance lit up both the land and sky.