-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
After our terrible confrontation between me and Venice, we decided on a whim to camp ourselves on a vacant room, remoted from the undead's territories.
We were strictly prohibited to incur any noise that could alert our location. With enough firewood brought by the various furniture around and scribble of documents piled within the closet's stash, we were ready to rejuvenate our strength from the warm ashes of fire, as we await the morning sun to arrive.
"Isn't it better if we find Itsuki the soonest?" Konoe stood up from her seat and opposes our present decision.
Although the meaning behind her words seems to be more appalling than it seems, it still brought a solid claim for the sake of saving one's life. Putting myself unto her shoe, I would've likely said the exact phrase.
Venice ponders through her words, as she gaze into the burning eyes of Konoe.
