Emperor Cyril, who had supposedly been stabbed by Sophia, stood up laughing as if nothing had happened. In stark contrast, Sophia lay on the ground, coughing up blood as if she were the one who had been wounded.
"Damn it, a damage transfer artifact with death as a trigger?!" Tiffany exclaimed, her face paling. "I didn't think Father would go that far!"
Naturally, the girls reacted quickly.
Eve, the closest to Sophia, immediately applied a potion to her wound.
If she had hesitated for even a moment, things could have gone horribly wrong for Sophia. Her neck was slashed open, and her spine was nearly severed. She was fortunate that the injury hadn't instantly stopped her heart; thus, the potion still had a chance to work on her wounds.
Arianne positioned herself between Sophia and the Emperor... or what he had become.
The aura he exuded was entirely different now; it was almost as if he were a completely different person.
