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It is strange that more than about the take-off life she thought about how ridiculous blood splashed a beautiful bas-relief. Mario appreciated an art. Now Mario was dead. For the sake of whim, she sacrificed her godfather. Now she needs to be a leader or kill everyone here. Her survival system was simple – you need to eliminate anyone who does not want to recognize you the leader.

Mario before his death, at least satisfied his curiosity. It was necessary to believe her words. But people like to think that she is lying when she says that religion and marble bother her to live.

Religion of the Rosier family is the biggest evil on Earth. She inspires the descendants of the kind that there are some higher forces that lead each of your step, as if you are a toy. And no longer matters: you leave from the crypt where these forces live or not, dependence on them still remains.

She felt like that, as if the statues, who were not here, followed every her step.

What strikingly empty and quiet has become a huge house. Blaise walked along the corridor, holding a weapon at the ready, and did not meet anyone. There were several corpses here. She wonder who killed them? Certainly not she.