"I must admit, you are the only human who has held up better," said Maximilian.
(Because if I run away, you're going to kill me. I've already fallen into the tiger's den, like it or not, I have to survive) Edna said to herself.
"How about your hand? Does it still hurt?"
"Yes, Sir. My hand is better now. Thank you for your help."
Maximillian frowned as he felt himself sinking back into those boring brown irises. It seemed that he could see a bit of a bright blue tint, but when he looked at them again, it had already disappeared.
"I heard some time ago, the younger brother of this city's Marchioness was stabbed by a maid in her residence, and that maid stole a lot of precious jewels."
