Among all the things that came into her head when someone collapsed in front of her, she chose the wise words. "I did not kiss her!"
Ezra was not interested. He turned the body of the maid facing to the sky with his leg as if she was some dirt. Unlike his flashy appearance, Rivienne noted that he had dressed as the black hooded man roamed around the village. His hair was down, which made Rivienne sure that he came in a rush.
"You came to get rid of her," Rivienne guessed.
"Aren't you quick, painter? What are you going to do now?" Ezra sounded challenging to Rivienne. As the prince had already defeated her, she kept silent while he crouched down next to the maid and scratched her neck with his nail, drawing her blood.
"... Disgusting" He mumbled.
"Are you going to kill her?" Rivienne asked, swallowing the chunk of nothing in her throat.
