Blood flowed down the spikes sluggishly. The body rested in an arc, no movements, nothing. 'Is she dead?' wondered Igna staring up.
"Good job," whispered, *Woosh,* "-hold on there."
"How did you?" asked he with a blade inches from the lady's petite neck.
"Simple," she clapped, "-I substituted myself with a corpse."
Staring up once more, the body was none other than the ghoul. "You're strong," commented he.
"Same can be said about you," she dusted off the shoulder and cracked her neck. "Lady Elvira, I think the boy is qualified enough to be left alone."
"Was this a test?" the lady jumped to Elvira.
"Good job on passing her test," said she, "-go on back. There's nothing more to do. I'll contact Éclair about matters."
"Alright."
Turned to face the brighter inside, "-Tia, have her sign the papers."
"Are you sure?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Alright."
