Elizabeth was shocked by Lady Constance's actions. She was seriously working to hurt Elizabeth.Starting with the ruthless shoulder tackle from her, and the whipping of her blade to her body. There was nothing about this that was close to fencing.Trying to fend off Lady Constance, she could only afford to be totally passive against the aggressive Lady who wanted to attack quickly. It was difficult and made Elizabeth's heart pound restlessly as she defended without being able to initiate her own attack. She kept moving, both forward and backward, and tried to force Lady Constance to adjust while trying not to get too close. Her face was scrunched up into dismay and stains of exhaustion as she took slight shots at Lady Constance's hand and short lunge attacks to the arm, which was with the aim to keep herself from settling too much into a comfort zone but also with the aim of putting herself at minimal risk from Lady Constance's ruthlessness. The small beats on her opponent's bl
"What is this new lead you were speaking of?" Elizabeth asked, making her way down from the carriage.The place they had dropped was filled with muddy houses, and peasants everywhere. Elizabeth, who was used to such sights, was not particularly responsive to it but she was curious as to why they were here."And why are we here?" Elizabeth asked, looking around.Oliviér who had dropped down from the carriage had a look of slight indignation on his face."The Duke received word of an attack from the Butcher. According to analysis it must have been down a few minutes before Bleach attacked the Rousseau Villa." Oliviér looked towards Elizabeth.With a sigh he added. "Come," He gestured at Elizabeth.Elizabeth looked surprised. "Hm?" She could only hum.Oliviér sighed again, his expression changing into one of dullness as he spoke again. "Come here, little assistant." Elizabeth did all she could not to express her exasperation on her face as she took light steps towards him, clearly a lit
Elizabeth was stunned by the scene, but she also took pace and began running after the stranger behind Oliviér.The scene was quite pathetic as the strange boy was easily caught from the back of his neck by Oliviér who had a resting expression on his face."My commoners these days are quite audacious, forcing a noble man to run after you….. I should snap your neck right now." Oliviér said, the boy gasped upon seeing a small shine of viciousness in his golden-red eyes.The boy was very young. Much younger than even Elizabeth, perhaps ranging upon the age of an adolescent. His skin was caked with dirt and all sorts of nonentities colored black or brown, almost making his face unrecognizable.Of course even though the boy was trembling in the grasp of Oliviér for fear of his life, Oliviér didn't have plans of killing him…. Yet.The sound of heavy breathing from behind him made Oliviér sigh. Elizabeth, who had finally caught up, was clutching her knees, and prostrating in a bent motion wh
"Is that right?" Oliviér said, something unexplainable flashing in his strange eyes.As those eyes descended on the boy, staring solely at him, the boy felt like life had been sucked out of his body. The eyes were strange, but also had a foreboding sense of something nefarious.He felt as if left only with this man he would be roasted and eaten for a meal. He didn't know if it was his fears but he could nearly picture it, the image of a menacing fur covered beast hovering over the black haired man, lowering himself to match the movements of the black haired man.The boy's heart squeezed. But at the same time he felt somewhat relaxed about the fact that the girl was also around….. Somehow the girl seemed more sane than this man.The man crouched down before the boy, his black hair was tousled onto the top of his eye from running after the boy. He smiled, a smile the boy could only imagine was meant to be sweet yet was clouded with a mist of wickedness and bloodlust.The boy's eyes dart
They were led to quite the sightly Manor. Although it was easy to take note that it was not nearly as big as Duke Constantine Rousseau's Villa, it was still all too glamorous for Elizabeth.There were rolls of flowers that led up to the large, black gate of the house.Two men stood in front of the mansion. Elizabeth's stream blue eyes eyed the sigil printed on the chest of the armor. A red shark fighting for dominance with white one.These men were odd. They were aloof, and menacing, but Elizabeth could still tell that they were not Werewolves perhaps just highly trained individuals."Come, Please." Said Oliver already walking towards the Manor.The men descended their eyes down on Oliver in front of them. "37. Welcome back, the butler seeks your presence." The man with black pupils said to Oliver.Had it not been for spending too much time with high ranking Werewolves Elizabeth would have shuddered.Oliver nodded. "Come, Sir and Madam." "Wait…. Who do you have with you?" The guard w
“And here we are, the second parlor,” Butler Clement said before stepping to the side.Oliviér didn't have any impression of the luxurious Manor but Elizabeth was engrossed by the impressive wooden door with a brass, shark shaped knocker. The butler opened the door with a small bow. The sight that greeted both Oliviér and Elizabeth was a kneeling girl.The girl was nearly as young as Oliver. What was actually surprising was that she was not as malnourished and dirty as Oliver. She had light skin for one, and looked to be dressed in a nice pair of clothes.Elizabeth believed she was something like a handmaiden? Though she was the prettiest handmaiden Elizat had ever seen, granted Elizabeth had not met many handmaidens.The girl was kneeling to a lady. The lady was lean. It was not an exaggeration, for Elizabeth could see the drastic dip in her collar bone. The lady was clad in a smothering red ankle length red dress that enunciated her lean stature.The lady had curly red hair that em
A man stared out his window with a glass of red wine in his hand. Classical music played smoothly as he stared aimlessly out the window. He ran a hand through his silver curls while taking a sip on the wine which was as thick as blood.A lone look filled his face, and his hand squeezed the glass cup hard. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking resounded around the room. "Oh, oh, oh no…. Master Rousseau I— I don't know what happened-"A small face girl knelt down on the ground and scrambled to pick up the shards of glass fallen on the ground.Someone barged into the spacious room, breaking the serenity that filled the area. The butler didn't even flinch in his cold expression upon meeting the scene of the small faced girl scrambling around. The butler Marcel simply blinked and said. "Such a foolish mistake…. Has it been too long since you were disciplined?"Constantine didn't bother looking back at the commotion in his room. "Master Constantine…. I apologize- I-"The girl cried out, try
As if he had not caught everyone off guard enough he continued by saying. "I know you murdered your husband."The Lady looked like she had worked very hard to not choke on her saliva from Oliviér's words.She finally managed to gather herself back, and straighten her slouching back once again with a small smile on her face."My Lord, what do you mean?"'Is he here to investigate the death of Mallory?' Adrienne was confused by Oliviér's words. 'But how can a merchant be worthy of attracting the hand of a master detective?'Oliviér tapped his fingers upon his knee pad, with nothing but a resting expression on his face as he said. "I needn't repeat myself again, it is of no cause. Miss Buford, I would like for you to narrate the manner of your husband's death to me."Adrienne's poised figure nearly cracked from those words. "My Lord, is this an investigation?"Oliviér let out a small life lackluster of a humor when heard before glancing towards Elizabeth and shaking his head as if making