"Your Majesty, why don't you directly order Isabella Warm's execution?" The lady-in-waiting, dressed in golden silk, spoke up: "As the leading Vein among the Seven Veins, even Pendleton, the Alliance Hierarch, has to yield three parts to us! Although Bead Pulse is strong, if you command Isabella to commit suicide, she must obey!"
"To kill Isabella is simple. But to let her die—wouldn't that be letting this wretch off too easily! What I want is for the Holy Master to see Isabella Warm clearly, to know what kind of wretch she truly is!"
Bang!
The woman fiercely slammed her fist on the armrest of the Dragon Throne, her face filled with anger.
"Your noble self, disguising as a shrew, living for years in Gonzalez City—was it worth it?" The lady-in-waiting spoke resentfully, "All men in this world, not one good thing among them!"
