"Lady Esther... I'm so sorry, I didn't..." Before the servant can finish, I blow his head off with a thrust of my spear. He failed me for the last time.
"Wow...Esther-sama was truly precise?" Elizabeth asks curiously. She arrived here two days ago and is now here bothering me. At least she brought useful information, as my most important servants have returned with good news.
"Yes, I was. He got my order wrong twelve times in four days. That many mistakes are unacceptable," I say, tapping my foot anxiously on the floor, each sound making me more irritated.
"..." Elizabeth looks at what I had ordered, now spilled on the ground.
"Blood? Esther-sama, since when do you enjoy drinking blood? Normally you drank coffee, lots of coffee full of sugar. What changed?" When she asks that, I realize.
