"...You seem so calm, Evelyn," Esther says, cutting a piece of meat—a part of my tail—with such hatred that the plate makes that unpleasant sound of a knife scraping against it.
'Her eyes seem redder.' I don't know if it's my imagination, but the red tint in her pupils has become a deeper blood red, maybe because she's actively started feeding on my blood.
"Yes, I've slept very well the last few days..." I've already started moving the standard model puppets to the location that will be the battlefield, and I've also started increasing Eve's powers.
"Your hypocrisy is almost nauseating. Are you really going through with this cowardly plan to use me? Aren't you afraid I'll die, Evelyn?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I just give a little smile.
