Versatile Mage

Chapter 3002 - 3002 Revenge Designed Specially For Her

3002 Revenge Designed Specially For Her

“What’s going on? What is it?” Mera quickly rushed over to Izisha.

The female attendants in the hall were so scared that they hid themselves. They peeked and watched from afar.

They did not know what had happened. All they saw was Izisha smashing the jars ruthlessly and looking so angry that her body trembled.

They rarely saw her in this state. Izisha could control her emotions very well. She always kept her cool even when she was furious. What had angered her in this way?

“Smash them all!” said Izisha angrily.

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them!” Izisha cried out in a shrill voice.

Soon, the sound of the jars shattering rang through the hall. The beautiful jars were smashed to pieces. The sharp pieces were scattered around the floor.

Each jar was filled with white and gray powder. The female servants took the initiative to clear up the mess.

“Who sent them? Who sent all these things?!” asked Izisha furiously.

“It’s from my younger sister in the Hall of Faith. She said—” Mera was so terrified that her voice trembled in fear.

“Do you know what’s inside the jars? Do you know what they are?!” Izisha could not control her anger.

Mera looked puzzled. She thought the white and gray powder were either spices or special salts. Even if Izisha disliked the jars, she did not have to fly into such a fit of rage.

“I don’t know,” said Mera in a low voice.

“See carefully for yourself! Look at them clearly!” Izisha grabbed Mera’s hair and pushed her down to the floor ruthlessly.

Mera almost screamed. When she saw the gray powder scattered all over the floor, she twitched, as if she had been electrocuted.

The powder and the jars were cremains! The urns contained the cremains!

Who on earth had the guts to deliver a batch of urns with cremains to the running saintess of the Saintess’ Hall?!

A while ago, when Izisha had looked into the urn and smelled the powder, it had given her the creeps.

“T-There is a name written on the lid,” one of the cleaning attendants whispered.

Right after Izisha heard her words, she picked a lid and turned it over. Indeed, there was a name written on it. It was Dannie.

Dannie was Izisha’s right-hand woman who was assigned to the Sacred Hall of Liberty in America. Dannie was there to deal with some voting issues, as well as helping Izisha to deal with Khufu from the shadows.

‘Are these Dannie’s cremains?’

“My lady, this is your nephew’s name, Quintus.” Mera noticed a familiar name on another lid.

Izisha had been training some of the talented young people from the shadows over the years. Her nephew, Quintus, was one of her favorite trainees. He was a Golden Knight in the Hall of Knights. He was expected to succeed Norman and become the next Fighting Magistrate.

The Fighting Magistrate was an important position in the Hall of Knights. In fact, Izhisha prepared to let Quintus become the Golden Knight Fighting Magistrate by the end of this month to make a case for her own campaign.

But he was dead! His body was reduced to cremains to fit into a small, exquisite urn before it was delivered to her place! Anyone who saw this would go mad!

Each urn contained a person’s cremains.

They were all Izisha’s most loyal supporters. They held important positions. Those people could pave a path for her and bring her many votes. As a result, Izisha showed more concern and paid more attention to those people.

‘How did they die? What happened to them before they died?’

Even Izisha had no idea when they had died.

On top of that, the murderer filled Izisha’s favorite artistic jars with their cremains. The murderer wanted her to see the cremains of the deceased!

Izisha admitted that she was not a kind person. However, the murderer was not only brutal, but also barbaric enough to create a “massacre” suit specially for her!

“D-Do you want me to call my younger sister here? There must be some misunderstanding.” Mera was scared out of her wits. It was only then that she realized how serious the issue was.

“No need. Take these out and bury them,” said Izisha coolly.

‘A misunderstanding?’ Izisha did not think it was just a misunderstanding.

Everything was carefully plotted. Whoever was behind this knew that Mera had been serving her for many years. They knew Mera had a younger sister in the Hall of Faith. They knew they could deliver the urns to her place through Mera.

Moreover, many of the people who secretly worked for Izisha had their names written on the lids. They knew everything!

Needless to say, Mera’s younger sister would either have escaped or been killed. Even though she was just one of the pawns, no one could survive under someone so brutal.

“Wash the floor ten times.” Izisha instructed.

“Yes, My Lady!”

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Izisha returned to her bedroom. She sat on the cold, smooth chair. Her eyes were red with blood veins

After two hours, Mera approached her cautiously.

Mera dared not to tell Izisha that her younger sister had committed suicide by poisoning herself. The people from the Hall of Faith had carried her body away and buried it.

Mera dared not to grieve for her younger sister’s death. She was aware that if she could not calm Izisha’s anger, Mera, her family, and her clan would suffer the consequences.

“Is it possible that this was done by the stubborn God-Preserving Faction? They are reckless. They did all this to bring you down,” said Mera.

“It’s not them.” Izisha suppressed her anger.

She was in a position where she had to regain her composure even though she had lost control of her emotions. When she lost control of her emotions, she could not think calmly and respond to the situation well. She had to find the opponent’s purpose for doing something like this.

“Then—” Mera dared not simply make an assertive statement. After all, Izisha had many enemies.

“I know who did this. You can ignore this matter. I’ll have someone else handle it,” said Izisha.

“Okay,” replied Mera.

“Are there any unbroken urns left?” A thought sprang up in Izisha’s mind.

“Yes, there are,” said Mera.

“Send one to Ye Xinxia.”

“That’s not very nice,” said Mera in horror.

“She’s in charge of the Hall of Knights. People from the Hall of Knights were killed. She should investigate the matter,” said Izisha.

“Oh, alright. Then, it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll glue Quintus’ shattered urn back and send it to her. After all, he’s your nephew,” said Mera.