Stepping out of the Dobermann's court, Echidna tightened her jacket while a group of masked individuals greeted her with admiration and respect. A cold glint escaped the abyssal depths of her pitch-black irises, recalling the resistance of the officers and the so-called heir.
A fox-masked man advanced forward and bowed to her before inquiring about the results of the meeting. "Mistress Echidna, has the Dobermann decided on what they planned to do with the outsiders in the central district?"
The beautiful and aloof lady glanced at him, her sable-tinted gaze sharp and piercing. His neck drooped for a moment, noticing the displeased manner of their leader. Her supple lips then opened. "Ignorant."
"Are you like those officers, Fox?" The words of Echidna echoed through the walls of ivory that stretched through the hallway of the exquisite manor. It was a simple question, but a sense of oppression permeated from it.
