Eliza didn't understand.
She didn't know why she was willing to answer Herbert's offensive question.
Nor could she understand why she genuinely began to recall the situation back then.
Perhaps.
She saw a reflection of herself in him at that time...
"At first, I didn't go straight to kill him."
"I just seriously injured him, and then let him flee miserably in the castle."
Her expression was indifferent as she calmly recounted the scene at that time.
"After that, I first killed all his servants, guests, boy toys in the castle..."
"I drained the blood of every one of them, letting that impure blood fill every corner of the castle."
"When all this was done, I found that guy on the verge of a mental breakdown... in the cellar he thought was hidden, huh."
"Cowering, trying to hide among a pile of sprouted potatoes."
Eliza let out a mocking laugh:
"Don't you find it ridiculous?"
