Chapter 65

"How sad, to say the least." The commander gave his response. "I see, but anyway, what the heck are you doing being so bloody late? Do you want the prince to assassinate you at this point?"

"Come on, commander, put your hands on the wheel. I've already passed away. It's not like he can kill me again." With a smile on her face, Camellana took her black raven flowing clock from the floor. A thick, dripping black material, which was most likely the remains of a dark soul she had consumed in the dark forest, could be seen dripping from her every which way. As she moved, she left a trail of black footprints on the pearly floor. It appeared as if she had been bathing in a pool of dark blood.

"This had better be good, commander," she said with a smirk on her face, "because you have disrupted a very important breakfast I was working on." She proceeded with her confidence.

"You have the audacity to say that? The prince has arrived at the headquarters, and you have the nerve to..."