As the man raised his sword high, ready to drive its sharp blade into her neck, Primrose opened her eyes wide and spoke in a cold, unwavering voice. "Die."
Primrose wasn't entirely sure her mind-control ability would work properly because there was still so much she didn't understand about it.
However, to her surprise, the moment the words left her lips, the man before her froze, as if he were trying to process the words he had just heard.
Even stranger, his inner thoughts suddenly went completely silent, as though he was no longer a human with a functioning mind.
"… Yes, my Queen," the man finally murmured, his tone flat and empty, like all emotion had been drained from him.
Before Primrose could even blink, he shifted his grip on the sword. The blade that had been aimed at her neck turned toward his own, the tip pressing into his skin.
Then, without a single pause, he dragged the blade across his throat in one brutal swift.
