Cataleya's throat parched as the carriage started moving.
Of course she knew that the Bristons, including her, were sharpshooters and can give a good fight. Or atleast it was the memories in Cataleya's head. Ruby was no closer to being a warrior and brave like the villainess that she had possessed.
In fact, if there were brawls in the university she had attended, she'd be the first one to run as far away from the focal of chaos. But now, if she refused the gun from the marquis, they might suspect her. It was the last thing she'd wanted. For all those months, Ruby had polished herself to be as close as Cataleya.
