The woman who had Elise's face looked down at him as her body had been hoisted out by her neck and her back was slammed on the wall. She stared back at Ian's eyes that were filled with emotions.

"Why?" 'Elise' asked him and Ian raised his eyebrows. He would have pulled the heart of the woman if not for the truth of who she actually was. "Why do you have to hold emotions now?" The woman asked.

In the first few seconds it was an emotionless look that came on the woman's face before it slowly morphed into a deep rage. She looked back at Ian with deep hatred. "And why Elise? There are many other women who suited you more. She is too good for a person like you."

"Is she? Yes, Elise might be able to choose anyone. She would but not me. In this world, there are only a single person I would love with all my soul and that person is her. She love me and that's all I could care about," Ian lifted his gaze to the woman, "I don't have interest why people would fall into dark sides but why you? Elise had trusted you the most."

"You forgot?" The woman question but instead of surprise it was with anger she had asked the question. "I am here to get my revenge on you."

Meanwhile, the real Elise's eyes widened. She had realized that she wasn't the only one who had been tricked. When did this happened?

"You might want to quickly find him or he would die soon," chuckled the man and his voice boomed aloud.

"Shut up!" Elsie's last anger thread snapped and the moment she screamed as if suffering from the echoes of her voice, the ruptures on the walls and the floor break down. "Jett," Elise looked at her shadow. She could feel slowly her humanity leaving her as she passed he orders, "Kill him."

Jett had came out in a form of a black pool of a chick and he was quick to bow at the order Elise passed, "As... you wish, milady."

Elise didn't spent any more time to go down and ran down the stairs. "Ian!" She yelled his name but he didn't come for her. Is it because whoever who had took her appearance had also mimicked her voice which made it difficult for Ian to differentiate her calling and her imposter's.

It was difficult to find which way Ian had gone to especially when the White Mansion was wide and complex. On her arrival to the end of the staircase, she was immediately met with the crushed skull of a person. She turned her face around, noticing the sign of burns on the wall which spread wider and deadlier than the other marks. She guessed the fire belonged to Ian which meant she was near.

"Jett," Elise called and came from her shadow a smaller version of the chick.

"I will help you find the Lord, milady," answered the chick quicker than the main. Elise nodded to express her agreement and at once, her shadows burst out from underneath her feet, crawling across the floor like dolphin the water.

With the efficient work of the shadows, they appeared in less than a minute time back to her. "He is in the garden, milady."

Elise dashed instantly from her spot, following the nearest path that could lead her to the garden. Once she had reached the garden, Elise ran across the field of bloomed White Chrysanthemums, the petals dancing after her feet as if they were drops of blood.

Coming to the end of the garden, Elise saw Ian holding a woman by her neck and slamming her to the floor. "Ian!" Elise yelled.

Ian's head turned to her, "Elise," he called her name and a relieved look washed his face just like hers. She quickly run to his embrace before looking toward the woman who spookily had the same exact features of hers with nothing different. "Are you alright?" He asked her. "I'm sorry I can't come early, my love."

"I am fine," Elise assured him, "Someone who looked like you come to me after I had killed a dark sorcerer named Thomas."

"And that was the time when you took the chance and replaced her position didn't you?" Ian asked but his question wasn't directed to her and rather the woman who adorned her face.

The woman was toneless in her expression. She looked back at both Elise and Ian in a silent purse of her lips.

"Why?" Elise questioned. She knew she should have stopped questioning reasons for the dark sorcerers to kill people. But she had to know for what reason had those innocent servants who worked in the house had died?

She knew it wasn't her fault better than anyone else. But she was also responsible to the weigh of the guilt as those innocent people were caught on their crossfire simply because their life had crossed path.

The woman stared at Elise coldly. "I want revenge," was her simplest answer.

"To whom?" Elise didn't understand wasn't it humans who want revenge to dark sorcerers and not the other way around?

As if reading her mind, the woman said, "I don't want revenge for the dead sorcerers they had it coming for them. I might lend them my help and took their help but I am not compelled to agree with their unrealistic ideals and greeds."

Slowly the woman's eyes moved toward Ian, "It is him who I want my revenge to be paid for. You who killed my father, mother, and child!"

Elise's eyes slowly widened and not because the woman had called out Ian's guilt but rather as the woman raised her voice, she had stopped speaking using her voice but her true voice.

The voice was a very familiar voice that she had been listening to since child.

"No..." whispered Elise in disbelief. She could feel her heart stopping and buzzing sound filling her ears, turning her numb.

The skin that the woman took to make it similar to her slowly faded away, revealing her true face.

Seeing the woman's face, Elise can't stop her gasp.

"Mila," she called the name of the traitor. Her blue eyes glistened with clear water as she stared back at the elder woman whose face had turned bleak while responding to her gaze.