Duke's wife

Chapter 124

Grace was in so much pain that she collapsed onto the cold floor without even letting out a short scream. Then he pressed his shoulder to the cold floor to try to ease the pain that was about to tear his flesh apart. Belial chuckled in delight as he watched her writhe in pain.

How long has it been? Grace's body was drenched in a cold sweat from excruciating pain when Belial waved his hand over her shoulder. Then the horrible pain that had taken hold over his whole body was gone.

"Hah, hah......."

Grace gasped hard enough to shake her shoulders and glared coldly at Belial. At the glance he shrugged, as if to raise his shoulders.

"Do you understand now?"

"...... Ok. I got to know him so well that I almost bit my tongue."

"Giggling, you've lived all the way to the end. Cheeky. Do you want to taste pain again?"

When Grace glared at her with her eyes cracking in pain and threatened to risk her life, Belial extended his skinny hand to her shoulder again with a cold look.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs of the basement echoed through the space. Grace shuddered at the sound, her shoulders trembling, and Belial giggled as she floated into the air.

"Looks like you're finally here!"

Grace bit her bottom lip nervously.

He had hoped to free his limbs before this situation came, at least to the last stand for his life, but they moved faster than he expected, and Arthur and Felix's advance was slower than expected.

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her eyes turn black with despair.

'...... No, don't give up yet, it's not too late. We've got to hold on somehow.'

It was at that time that I was trying to escape the despair that was eating away at me by insinuating like that. The cellar door opened, and the Emperor and Empress, the Duchess of Alberton and Marianne, and finally the Crown Prince Owen and a few soldiers walked into the crypt one after another.

Grace glared hatefully at them as they walked in front of her, dressed in gorgeous robes and dresses.

The first thing he did was make eye contact with the crown prince. At that moment, Grace noticed that his green eyes were fluttering with pity and regret that she had not been able to emptigate, and she snorted openly and turned her head.

The Prince's eyes sparkled violently again at the sight of this, and the Emperor, who had been looking down at Grace as she fell to the ground, turned to the Duke of Alberton and said:

"You're all set, aren't you?"

The Duke of Alberton replied, bowing respectfully.

"Absolutely. All that remains is for His Highness the Crown Prince to stab his sword into the heart of the sacrifice and cover it with blood pouring from its heart."

"I see. Let's do it now."

"I see. ...... Raise the sacrifice up at once and bring it to this place!"

"Yes, sir!"

When the Emperor heard the Duke of Alberton's answer, he gave the order, and the Duke of Alberton ordered the soldiers standing behind him to bring Grace with him.

The soldiers, who followed them into the basement, surrounded Grace as she fell to the ground, lifted her to her feet, and dragged her before them.

"Hey, let this go! Let go!"