"Spread it out?"
Flossie Wright suddenly narrowed her eyes, a flash of silver passing over her raised hand. At some point, a dagger had appeared in her hand. The dagger spun several times in mid-air after leaving her palm, its cold edge flashing in the crisp moonlight, but dutifully allowing Flossie Wright to toy with it.
For some reason, Clara Birch's nerves suddenly tightened. She nervously watched the casually waving dagger, inexplicably feeling a sense of murderous intent coursing all over her body.
Then, unprepared, Flossie Wright's palm slightly raised. The dagger that had fallen into her palm suddenly flew towards Clara Birch—
Clara Birch, who sorrowfully watched the dagger flashing with cold light flew over, was taken aback and broke out into a cold sweat. But her physique that had lost its agility was completely unable to dodge, she could only tremble instinctively, immediately closing her eyes subconsciously.
"Thunk——"
