"Go and squat under Aiwass's dormitory first. He will come back eventually."

The old man whispered, supported his body with his cane, and stood up unsteadily.

His back was hunched, his shoulders were hunched, his head was lowered and his legs were bent. His legs were even thinner than the girl's arms, and the whole person looked like a skeleton wearing a robe. But there was a piece of it visible on his body.

A prominent, hard lump.

The figure of the girl's ghost "Alodie" disappeared like a hallucination, and old Lars slowly moved to the corner of his workshop at a speed as slow as a turtle.

It was a small statue that was only half a person tall. On it was a high-spirited blond young man who looked to be in his thirties.

That's Prince Andrew.

He is the brother of Princess Isabel and the first heir designated by the Queen.

If he dies, the only adults left who can inherit the throne are Isabel and her father, Prince Albert.

"Just in case, as a precaution..."

The old man whispered: "If you can't come back this time... at least complete the last task first."

After all, it has been prepared for so long. From poisoning to cursing, to poisoning to cursing... Two countries, three organizations, and more than ten years of planning are finally coming to an end today.

He stretched out his hand to touch the statue and recited the secret message given by the leader in a low voice. Many scarlet cracks slowly appeared on the statue, and blood slowly seeped out from it.

"Die, child."

The old man sighed: "You are the only one left. If you are freed, I will be freed too."

Hearing this, the statue's green eyes slowly shed two lines of blood and tears.
Chapter completed!