"If only I could tell actually who that blurry figure was or just where that place is in the assassin's memories, than.. than we would've surely found that bastard, that coward behind this assassination and I swear.. " Freya uttered through gritted teeth.
Slamming her hand, hard on the tea table in frustration yet she was still conscious enough to not genuinely use her full strength otherwise the table would've surely been obliterated in God knows how many fragments instead of just releasing a loud sound.
Besides as this whole luxurious mansion was her master's property, than so does this classy tea table therefore how could she be ungrateful enough to actually destroy something that belong to her beloved master, that would be blasphemous of her as his maid.
