Isobel’s eyes widened in shock as she stood on the top floor of the castle where she had heard the scream of Her Lady Amelia.

　　Her breath stuck in her throat, her heart thumping a wild erratic beat in her chest as she stared, open-mouthed at the bulky man, masked with a fox headgear, clutching a bloodied dagger.

　　“W-what h-have you done to Lady A-Amelia?” She whispered, each word catching in a stutter.

　　She couldn’t tell but it seemed as though ...