"This..." Mirabella asked unsurely, her eyes taking in the patterns engraved on the knife. It was the same pattern of a sun partially obscured by a massive wing that she had seen on the gun placed in the basement of Primrose.
"Keep it with you. The palace is not for the weak. If you feel threatened, don't hesitate to stab until the other party's heart stops beating," Gideon said in a serious tone. He didn't fear that Mirabella might feel uneasy about his words. He knew very well the girl he had raised.
Mirabella raised the dagger in her hand and observed it carefully before nodding her head. "Okay," she replied confidently.
Gideon felt relieved by her response and stood up from the bed. He patted her head, feeling a little reluctant to leave her in the palace. Understanding his hesitation, Mirabella chuckled. "I'm not a little girl anymore. Moreover, Pipo is with me. We'll be safe," she smiled brightly at him.
