Beatrice's murder declaration echoed around me, but Alianna found her voice growing fainter.
It was as if she had sunk to the bottom of the sea, those voices separated from her by the entire ocean. The only thing echoing in her mind was what the Plague Doctor had once said to her.
"I don't have time to teach someone without a heart."
Cold. It was like the time when she secretly opened a window as a child, and the cold wind filled the room with snow, the warmth of the fireplace dissipating from around her. Her body began to stiffen, and with subconscious movements, her joints creaked.
A rather annoying sound, her body now resembled a broken doll. A doll, heartless.
The slender feather on her hat, falling with the bow of its owner's head, looked like a peacock in low spirits, mourning for someone.
"Anna, please say something, don't you think this is appropriate?" Beatrice's remarks brought out Nia's discontent, but the agitated Nia forgot to explain, only arguing with Beatrice.
