Delia's POV
"Albert, if someone must die, let it be me!"
Confronting the imposing Albert, I replied loudly.
As I responded to him, I retrieved the concealed knife I took when I left the camp.
Before Albert could react, I plunged the knife into my chest.
A wave of excruciating pain surged through me, and I felt a liquid splatter onto my hand.
Undoubtedly, it was my own blood spilling out.
I had expected to lose consciousness from the pain, but I didn't faint. My awareness remained remarkably clear.
I felt warmth on my neck and, lowering my gaze, I discovered that the blood flowing from my wound wasn't all cascading downward.
Instead, some of it defied gravity, flowing onto my pearl necklace. What had been a pristine white pearl necklace instantly turned blood-red.
"Delia!
