“L-let him go…!” shouted the three kidnapped—and frightened—Smiths before Tiara could land another blow on the now bloodied Gerald. Rita, in particular, was shouting even louder than Mila’s parents.

“…Hah! Trash like him isn’t worth my energy to kill! With that in mind… Hey, Chester! That’s your beloved brother, right? Go ahead and kill that brat who doesn’t know what’s best for himself! Worry not about the magnificent lord, for I’ll take full responsibility for everything that's happened here!” ordered Tiara.

It was evident by this point that the Smiths’ pleas for mercy did little to impress Tiara. Instead, they seemed to further enrage her!

Regardless, the way Tiara had ordered her grandson almost made it seem like she was just talking to some random member of the Holy Witchcraft instead of her actual grandson… On second thought, ‘dog’ would be a better term to describe Chester’s relationship with Tiara now. A very obedient and vicious dog… He barely had any resemblance to the