In for the Perfect Revenge

Curtis. My first love that killed my father.

“Make a wish, Roxana.”

Now, a man who only sees my neck as a plaything for the tip of a blood-soaked sword… Is this really him?

“Do you know? With that pretty face, even if you tremble, you will be able to escape death?”

His softly smiling lips spouted sarcasm towards her.

A terrifying madness flashed in front of her eyes.

In his small, warm hand, a blue-edged sword was held as if it were one body.

Roxana stared up at him blankly, covered in blood and dirt.

Curtis.

My father’s sins eventually came to kill me.