"Have you calmed down..." The demoness asked coldly, not having separated her gaze from Vera for the entire hour that the woman had cried.
"..." Vera's eyes were already lifeless, she couldn't get any worse.
"I can tell you about the blade..." The demoness insisted.
"Why haven't you killed me and swallowed my soul yet..." Vera asked, for an entire hour she just cried in front of a demoness, if Valentine and Fayette were here, they'd slap her for such a massive flaw.
But they're not... she's alone.
"The previous Rose Thorn saved my life once... thousands of years ago... long before I came to this circle."
"..." Vera finally crawled and leaned on the wall to the opposite side of the demoness, hugging her knees and listening with the blade still in her hand.
