Nineteenth Aunt's mouth trickled with fresh blood; her hair disheveled, she was in a complete state of disarray. Raising her head to the sky, she laughed like a madwoman, a sight so unsettling to behold.
"Has this woman gone mad from the shock of her son's death, unable to cope, and lost her mind momentarily?"
The so-called loss of mind.
Is the widely known madness.
While the madam was puzzled, she heard her continue to say: "What does your nobility amount to? In the end, aren't you just dispatched by the Prime Minister to the nunnery to endure a life of hardship? Ah, hahaha...! You're no better off than I am," Nineteenth Aunt mocked as she spoke.
Indeed, the nunnery is a place of asceticism.
Where one must do everything oneself.
Certainly not a pleasant place.
