Standing about two yards away from Scarlett in a secluded area of the outside training area, no one in the near vicinity, I examined her expression.
What was her aim here?
Was she trying to prove her superiority over me, as I had won the competition yesterday against Charlotte?
It was nine o'clock in the morning; in no way did I actually want to try.
The casual expression on her face while her blood-red eyes gazed at me didn't help either.
Perhaps it was because of yesterday or simple exhaustion, but the fact that I needed to act like her stepping stone to superiority annoyed me.
Swinging my sword straight downward, halting my hand right before the blade's tip touched the ground, I tilted my head and asked.
"Ready?"
Pausing and placing a finger to her eye, Scarlett questioned.
"Aren't you going to take the eye patch off?"
