Jericho's head rolled across the floor—
Bump.
Bump.
It spun one last time—
And stopped right at Sakura's feet.
For a moment—
Silence.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Blood traced a dark, uneven line across the polished floor, connecting the body and the severed head like a cruel, red thread.
Sakura slowly lowered her gaze.
Her expression didn't change.
No anger.
No grief.
No shock.
Just that same calm, composed look.
She stared at Jericho's dead eyes for a few seconds—
Then spoke in a low, almost gentle voice.
"I told you… there would be consequences if you lost… didn't I?"
Her words drifted through the hall like a quiet verdict.
A faint pause.
"But you never learn."
She bent down—
Unhurried.
Her fingers curled into Jericho's hair.
She lifted the head with practiced ease, as if it was nothing more than an object.
Blood dripped down in thick, slow drops.
Each one hit the floor with a soft tap.
She turned away from Arthur without another glance at him—
