Jiji, on a loud candle, a small red fire dances.

The girl was not tired of staring at the surface of the knife in her hand, as the shadow of flame loosened.

On the surface of the beautiful polished blade, she gently slips her fingers.

Does the caressing hand make it so? The blade was as obedient as a toy and didn't hurt its white finger.

The girl lifted the edge of her mouth satisfactorily, but then quietly lay her eyes down.

She picked up the book lying on the shelf by the bedside and murmured the passage.

You don't really have to go out of your way to read it back. It's a Bible I've read and prayed for many times.

But for her now, it was absolutely necessary.

"----I 'm sorry."

The girl grunted small and then looked around slowly.

A big sword that doesn't resemble a girl's hand.

A vial with a terrible red liquid.

And a scribbled Bible, as if it embodied a deep faith.

No one in the world would think that these are secretly misinterpreted in her room, where she is seen as a happy girl.

"... are you surprised?"

When the girl distorted the edge of her lips in a mockery mockery, she continued her monologue with a tone of readiness.

"Still, I can't give up.... sorry, Elma."

With her friend's name in her mouth, she raised her gaze and restarted packing with a tight movement.

The maid's quarters don't have much to bring.

Even though she tends to hide among her usually overcapable colleagues, she also has the ability to enter five fingers among young maids.

The work was completed in minutes.

When you put the Bible and the vial in an invisible area of the bag, the girl finally grabs the big sword.

She told her to swear to it low.

"I'll drag you down."

Normally, the green eyes that gave the impression of a cat seeped with a strong will to make them even feel harsh now.