Ciel's mind was not equipped to deal with moral dilemmas.
An exhausted sigh escaped her, fading into the cold breeze.
Glancing down at the furious girl, she muttered. "I apologise for nothing."
The former shadebeast's heart clenched. Her sympathy sang, but not her cold rationality.
A mimic's head had to be lobbed off to kill it fully. It was a well-known fact among any aspiring shadehunter.
The villager girl before her knew it; earlier, it was nothing but an irrational accusation.
Ciel wasted no time further, as she focused her mind on her staff's tip.
Imbued with
"You-"
A swing to the cheek ended the girl's last shout. Her body collapsed onto the floor, a dead silence only accompanying her.
Her face wore a red patch of bulging wound, the staff's blunt impact strong but not fatal.
Despite her regretful look, Ciel felt strangely nothing.
