As twilight descended, Julna found herself in the most serene moment of her day. It was a time when most of her subordinates were either engaged in their tasks or en route to fulfill their duties. After attentively listening to several crucial reports from her trusted lieutenants, she retreated to her quarters.Entering her abode—a spacious suite comprising a grand living area and a cozy bedroom—the guild president commenced her routine. Her first order of business upon stepping inside was to meticulously inspect every trap and mechanism in the room, ensuring none had faltered or been triggered.Perched at her level of power, Julna understood the importance of remaining vigilant, particularly regarding her own vulnerabilities—a lesson learned long ago when she still bore the title of guild mistress, a title her late husband, oblivious to the dangers that lurked, failed to comprehend.In this realm where strength reigned supreme, the mere designation of "guild president" held little sway over the masses.On the very day the title of guild president transformed into that of the former president's widow, Julna stood atop her husband's yet-to-be-interred coffin, addressing the guild members with a proclamation that sent shivers down their spines: the first man to visit her chamber that night would not only succeed her late husband but also win her hand in marriage!Throughout that sleepless night, every ambitious soul who dared to step foot in her bedchamber met a chilling demise, including the murderer of her husband.With such audacious tactics, she ascended to the position of guild president, and the moniker "Blood Widow Julna" reverberated through every shadowy alley of Hajerel from that day forth.Today, as she crossed the threshold, Julna sensed an intruder in her chambers. Surprisingly, all the traps had been deliberately disarmed, which put her at ease. After all, only she and her visit