Chapter 144: Vivian’s Trap
Beatrix stood face to face with Vivian, Isabella, and Edith, but despite all that was happening around her, all Beatrix was focusing on was Vivian.
In her trail, many house guards appeared with swords and pistols, but Vivian simply raised her hand, causing everyone to halt.
"She broke through the front gate, your ladyship," a guard reported.
"She’s my friend, Mr. Crane. Thank you very much; you can go back now."
Vivian said so with gentle expressions, a clear contrast to the shocked faces displayed by Isabella and Edith.
The guard carefully retreated, looking down at the line that girl made in the gravel path with her magic alone. It would take time to fix, but since there was a Morgan Magic Knight at the carriage stopped outside the mansion, they could be "convinced" to fix what their lady did.
"Beatrix of the Great House of Morgan, I welcome you to the humble mansion of House Moore," Vivian spoke, looking with grace and nobility at her torturer, who looked at her with nothing but anger and hate.
The two girls, two years apart, stood against each other, pain riddling every fiber of their beings. For three days, they had bonded together over that pain, and without rest, the two of them were in the sorriest state they could find themselves in.
"Vivian Moore."
Beatrix spoke and parted from her stone-like stance, stepping on the white marble steps, climbing the three at the front, and taking a couple of steps in Vivian’s direction before stopping and raising a bloodied item in her right hand.
It was simply a white handkerchief with blood on it, but not just any blood; it was wiped from Edmond’s saber, and it belonged to the Blood Swan.
Beatrix’s magic would establish a bond, and the closer it was, the clearer it became, so clear that even the magic-dunce Vivian felt and understood it.