Black weaved through the white and gray.
Feathers danced, and pigeons cooed in sorrow.
Wuni's beak and talons, as sharp as blades, perford precise throat-cutting surgeries on the pigeons, and by the ti Wuni stood on the windowsill again, it began leisurely grooming its wings. When the pigeon gripped in its right claw still tried to struggle, the talon instantly tightened.
Suddenly, the pigeon's body was crushed.
Wuni picked its favorite tender ats to swallow.
'Is this a crow?
More vicious than an eagle, no doubt!'
Linda drew a cold breath inwardly.
When Edith across her looked at Linda, her eyes showed surprise.
"No wonder you stood up so 'open and aboveboard,' you've raised such a vicious crow. Is that your secret weapon?"
Edith inquired.
Linda's instinct was to deny, but for so reason, she nodded instinctively, and her words ca out as,
"Secret weapon?
No, it's just a pet.
Just like my cats."
At that mont, the girl's voice was indifferent, but her tone and deanor were exactly like Arthur when he was in his usual 'Bluff' state.
"A pet?"
Edith's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, then she cautiously surveyed her surroundings.
As soone who raised pigeons as a thod, Edith was well aware of the formidable nature of these seemingly insignificant creatures.
One crow had decimated all the pigeons she had raised for a long ti.
If there were to be three cats as well, her chances of victory would drop by another thirty percent.
Thinking this, the daughter of the Bernice family moved her feet subtly, distancing herself from Wuni while quietly saying—
"This alone is not enough.
To seek revenge, I haven't just raised so pigeons.
I've also learned swordsmanship, physical combat…"
Her drawn-out tone caught Linda's attention, and the daughter of the Bernice family imdiately charged at Linda.
Clang!
A flexible sword sprung from her belt, aiming straight for Linda's throat, like a venomous snake leaping from the bushes, hidden and vicious.
This sword strike the Bernice family's daughter had practiced hundreds of tis.
For that unexpected mont.
Although she had never expected the surprise to arise with Linda, whom she had always looked down upon as a silly girl, it did not stop her from wanting to pierce Linda's throat with a single thrust.
Afterward?
Naturally, it was to arrange the scene.
The murderer would of course be the 'Throat Slasher'.
She, as one of the victims, had rely been lucky enough to escape, but she hadn't gotten a good look at the killer's face. She only felt the voice was familiar.
Then?
Of course, it would be ti to ask her elder brother, Chloe, why he did this.
Why he wanted to kill so many people.
Of course, it must be done 'discreetly'.
With that thought, the flexible sword in the Bernice family's daughter's hand beca even more ruthless.
But Linda simply raised her left hand—
Whoosh!
Thud!
The arm crossbow hidden in her left hand fired a crossbow arrow, nailing itself into the right shoulder of the Bernice family's daughter.
The Bernice family's daughter was taken aback, and then switched the sword to her left hand.
"My left hand and right hand trained for two and a half years to achieve the sa sword-drawing speed…"
She hadn't finished speaking when Linda raised her right hand.
Whoosh!
Thud!
The arrow nailed itself into the left shoulder of the Bernice family's daughter.
This ti, the flexible sword could no longer be held in the daughter's hand and fell directly to the floor.
What was more critical was the faint sensation of paralysis began to spread.
"Poisoned?!"
"You actually coated the arrow with poison!"
The Bernice family daughter looked incredulous.
Linda was sowhat shocked, even more shocked than when her two arrows aid at the throat had both hit the shoulder—because what she had coated was anesthetic, and she regretted not heeding her mother's advice to coat them with poison.
Otherwise, there would have been no need for a second arrow.
With her poor archery, it was a miracle that both arrows hit at all.
'Poison! Next ti I must switch to a poison that seals the throat upon contact with blood!'
Linda reminded herself.
anwhile, the Bernice family daughter had changed her expression; not only did her deanor weaken, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice choked up—
"I had my reasons!
It was Clay who pushed off the tree, and although he knew I was in the tree pit, he didn't tell anyone, causing to miss the best treatnt window and beco a cripple.
Moreover, he ridiculed with a bunch of people. What's wrong with killing him?"
By now, the Bernice family daughter had started to roar.
But Linda remained unmoved.
She had just witnessed the truth—
Back then, it was to get more attention and affection from her parents that Edith chose to hide in that tree pit. But waiting got too boring, and when she saw the birds in the tree, she climbed up, only to fall down accidentally and roll into the tree pit.
The whole incident had nothing to do with Clay.
On the contrary, it was Clay who found Edith in the tree pit.
And Clay hated himself for not finding Edith sooner.
As an older brother, Clay felt he hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities.
Edith went with the flow and pushed all the bla onto Clay, even vaguely hinting to her family that it was Clay who had pushed her.
And the result?
Clay was abandoned by Mr. and Mrs. Bernice, and his elder brother, Chloe, also distanced himself from his own brother.
Clay beca increasingly guilty, to the extent that when he realized that others laughing at him could make Edith smile, he would do it without hesitation.
Because, under imnse pressure, Clay's perceptions were distorted.
The fool actually believed it was his fault.
He, who should have been the savior, beca the most tragic one.
Therefore, at this mont, Linda Camille looked at Edith's crying and choking face, and her irritation reached its limit—
"Shut your mouth!
You blathering idiot!"
In a fit of rage, Linda twisted her waist, stepped forward, and threw a punch in one fluid motion.
Her fist struck precisely on Edith's jawline.
Wham!
The Bernice family daughter who was playing pitiful was sent crashing to the ground, a tremor in her brain causing her dizziness, yet she continued to mutter through her lips.
"It's not my fault; it's Clay's fault for not finding earlier..."
Hearing these words, Linda flipped her wrist and a sleeve sword shot straight out from the inside of her wrist, pressing against the Bernice family daughter's throat.
"If you dare say one more word, I'll kill you right now!"
Linda's eyes turned icy as she growled.
She was truly enraged.
She had never imagined there could be such shaless people in the world who twisted the facts.
But soon after, Linda began to worry.
How was she to resolve the current situation?
The Bernice family daughter had been knocked down by her, but the problem was not solved.
If anything, things had beco more troubleso.
Because they were at Bernice Manor at the mont!
And if she just left, this woman with her ability to distort the truth would surely slander her.
'What should I do?
What to do?
If it were Arthur, what would he do?'
Linda began to ponder.
And just at that mont—
Bang!
The door to the Bernice family daughter's room was kicked open.
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