It was heavy on her. The atmosphere was tense, but my brother instinctively gave Susana a piece of meat.
"My hand slipped. Cecilia, have a drumstick," he said, putting a large drumstick in my bowl.
I said nothing, and they were all worried about my discomfort.
In the next moment, one after another, they collapsed. The poison from the black market worked quickly.
They were poisoned within moments, slumped over the table.
I stood up and started cutting off Susana's butterfly birthmark right in front of them.
Her pupils dilated, and blood spurted out.
"You ungrateful wretch, what are you doing?"
"Shut up!" I said, coldly smiling as I brought the knife down. "Why bring back a daughter who should have died? Father, mother, brother, don't you agree?"
I killed them all and thoughtfully hung each corpse in the corridor.
This scene was something I had seen when I was eight.
I laughed.
Silas and the others were terrified by my laughter, breaking down and asking why.
"Silas, a person who killed her mother and sister is naturally evil. Why do you ask?" I looked at him, my eyes filled with complex emotions.