SIGRID

"I see you've grown some sharp claws to speak to me with such arrogance," she said, stepping toward me, emerging from the darkness.

"What did Lucrecia Silver offer you to tempt you? Power? The throne? Don't tell me you betrayed me over a defective slave."

She stopped just a few feet away, her plump face contorted with rage, barely containing herself.

It seemed they hadn’t yet discovered that I was occupying her sister’s body. They only suspected a betrayal involving the Silvers.

"Fine, I’ll answer you. But first, I’m curious—why did you start suspecting me?"

"It was me," a voice behind me spoke.

I nearly laughed. Of course, I had sensed her, and of course, she would come forward to claim the credit.

"Oh, so this is a family reunion, then," I said, positioning myself between the two harpies.

"Don’t be so cynical, Electra! Morgana spoiled you too much! How could you align yourself with Lucrecia Silver?!"

Drusilla put on a performance, playing the devoted family member, when it wa