At a separate manor of the hunter wing, Mary was in her luxurious room of her Misty Villa to stare at her reflection in the mirror, crossing her legs on a stool and summons a broken shard to trim her hair while humming. There was a black and white photo of a noble family left on her dressing table. Once finished, she looked at herself in the mirror, giving herself a light smile like the bloody queen of france with charisma. However, upon examining her bloody torn up dress, her smile dropped and a look of disappointment washed over her face.

“I should go get a new dress… I can’t be caught dead looking like this for my next match.. no pun intended..” Just then, her eyes dart towards the direction of her door being knocked, looking quite annoyed as she sighed heavily and stood up from her seat, walking towards the door to open it to see who it was.

“To whom do I owe pleasure to, peasant?”