Eslite had already fallen flat on his back in terror, his body stained with fresh blood—not his own, but that of his companions.
Athena had truly slaughtered all the elders. How could she dare!?
But questioning such things now was meaningless, because Athena had done it without the slightest trace of fear.
Only now did Eslite's stubborn, old-fashioned mind begin to grasp the truth: the previous heads of the family had needed the elders because they lacked enough intelligence, enough strength. But Athena was utterly different. She had the power and intellect—and they were nothing but paper tigers. Before Athena, they were no more than dust!
Just as she had eliminated Sylus, she would destroy them all!
"No… please, Athena, give me one more chance…" Eslite dropped to his knees, begging her.
But Athena's footsteps did not falter. She seemed to be killing in a frenzy now, the bright smile on her face never fading, as though she were savoring Eslite's terrified, pitiful state.
