C448 Your Highness Your Subject Has Arrived 4 Times Late

"Ah, murder, murder, my hand!"

The old woman, who had been showing off a while ago, let out a miserable shriek as she held out her bloody hand, causing the muscles on her old face to tremble.

This little injury is killing someone?

She had roughly examined the wounds on her body earlier and discovered that apart from her undamaged face, her body was riddled with wounds.

Scald, Whip