The Countess blinked in confusion.
Once.
Twice.
Her perfect smile began to disappear.
"You… played me?" she whispered.
The thunderstorm in her blade and the disgust in her eyes spoke loud enough. But the cheeky girl still felt the need to add fuel to the fire. "Did you really think I felt respect for you? Have you even taken a look at yourself? You're not even a pretty vampire noble anymore, just an ugly monster. When I look at you, all I feel is an immense desire to see you suffer."
Beside her, Aria's words still echoed in the air like arrows fired straight into the Countess's pride.
"Even when you were given the opportunity to cultivate the strength of your own… You couldn't be bothered to put in the time."
It hit.
The amicable smile of hers completely disappeared.
And then the Countess erupted.
"I WILL NOT BE LECTURED BY MORTALS!"
The entire chamber shuddered as her voice rose, becoming distorted. It sounded as if several voices spoke at once through her vocal cords.
