每次叛徒的处刑仪式结束后都要畅饮的血色酒杯。 哪怕在罪人惨叫与哀号回荡的刑场中央，她依然从容举杯，歌颂自己选择的人生。 也许正因杯中盛满她那扭曲的丰饶，喝下去便有用不尽的活力涌现。
A blood-stained goblet the Traitor would drain at the end of every execution. Even amidst the screams and pleas of the condemned, she would calmly tilt her glass, celebrating the life she had chosen. Perhaps it is infused with the twisted prosperity she once enjoyed; drinking from it fills one with a surge of tireless vitality.