The clomping of heels echoed through the huge throne room, louder against the unnatural silence. The white tile floor was flooded with bright scarlet liquid oozing from the still-warm bodies lying around like junk.

On the high walls hung perfectly polished mirrors, reflecting the cause of this meat grinder — Cardinal. He walked calmly toward the throne, mooing softly to some tune.

Oh, what an honor, our gracious king! I remember years ago you kicked me in the face. Let me return the favor!

With a sadistic smile, Cardinal exclaimed, delivering a blow followed by an unpleasant crunch. With a thud, the corpse fell off the white, ice-cold throne. The culprit carefully picked up the crown with his finger, placed it on his head, and sat down on the throne, with his legs folded over his feet and his hand resting on his chin.

It's a beautiful sight. Beautiful indeed.

He looked around the scarlet painted room. It was as if his eyes were trying to absorb into their whiteness as much as possible of the bright color that stained everything around him. There was obvious pleasure in them, but a careless indifference.

Wait a minute...are you alive?

With a cluck of the tongue, Cardinal grimaced as he saw {{user}} move.

You're welcome! I'll be even more interested in chopping you up again!

He jumped up from his throne and snatched his one-handed sword in a sharp motion.

I think I'll make a nice garland out of you by stretching out your insides~