Chapter 135: More Black than Moore
Steel screamed against steel, a blur of motion too fast to follow. Vivian’s hand darted for the pistol, but Edith’s body weight slammed into her. They crashed onto the bed, the springs groaning in protest, as they bounced the girls back into vigorous action.
While the two were equally fast, Vivian couldn’t move properly since her footing was awkward, and she was in great pain from the curse.
Edith sat on top of Vivian, holding her sword hand away with her left and pinning her with a knife to her throat with her right. Vivian’s left was trapped under Edith’s right thigh, and no matter how she struggled, Vivian was completely under Edith’s mercy.
The two looked at each other, their eyes met, and what they had in common was utter shock and disbelief. Edith’s heart was racing as her thoughts accelerated to think of all possible outcomes, while Vivian was tired of so many things, but seeing Edith just as frustrated as she is, she knew she could handle this situation with enough smoothness.
"You!" Edith panted and looked at Vivian, "You are the Swan... the killer!"
Vivian also panted and didn’t say anything before gulping on her saliva and smiling:
"I can be much worse than that, dear. The Swan, though, what a perfect name!"
"Shut it!" Edith pressed on Vivian’s neck, "You... You’re under arrest by the Black Inquisitorial Force."
"Hehehehe!"
Vivian sneered and couldn’t help but laugh, even closing her eyes, and acting all relaxed and chill.
"What?" Edith was instantly bothered by that attitude as sweat started to form all over her body. "Why are you laughing?"