Evangeline had done exactly as promised.
She stood a short distance away, artifact in hand, calmly recording the entire brutal scene.
She didn't flinch even once.
In fact, she looked like she was enjoying it.
Arthur straightened and exhaled slowly.
"Handkerchief."
One of the maids, who had witnessed everything with trembling shoulders, flinched at his voice.
Even so, she hurried forward and offered him a clean white handkerchief with both hands.
Her fingers shook.
She had seen the entire beating unfold from only a few meters away.
Arina's face was now a swollen, bloodied mess—barely recognizable.
One eye was half-shut.
Her lips were split.
Her nose sat crooked on her face.
Several teeth were missing.
She hovered on the edge of consciousness, letting out soft groans of pain.
Evangeline clicked off the recording and slowly applauded.
"That was splendid," she said. "I captured every moment."
Arthur didn't respond.
