John's body had now turned into a shriveled corpse. The lake's surface was dyed red with fresh blood, and the massive scale seemed to have drunk its fill, glowing with a brilliant crimson light, spinning continuously in mid-air.
Mr. William watched this scene, his eyes gleaming with an unhidden reverence. "O Supreme One, please continue to bless the William family with prosperity. The impostors within the castle shall be the next offering we dedicate to you!"
He spread his arms wide, speaking with fervor and resonance. Whether the scale could understand his words was unclear, but it continued to emit a dazzling red light.
Nerio felt that the scale seemed more enraged than pleased—for some reason, that was simply the impression he got.
Lucian curled his lips into a smirk and said, "As long as He remains here, our family's prosperity is assured. Let's go, Father. Why bother talking to a mere scale?"
