In a dimly lit corridor, a girl with a long white ponytail and blue eyes ran with a tearful look on her face. But once she estimated she was far enough away from the ballroom, the saddened look on the girl's face immediately vanished—replaced with a subtle, faint smile.
'With how I acted, Marionette should have left the ballroom to chase me by now.' Lillian thought, wiping the water from her eyes, which she faked as tears. 'I hope she doesn't get lost.'
Having played through this route several times, Lillian had already made a plan to save Marionette. The heart-jerking performance she had put on in front of the Assassin was just the start of her plan.
Despite a few unforeseen events yesterday, Lillian was confident in her success.
'Damien and his Bloodhounds should be arriving down this hall any second...' Lillian thought, while pulling out the charm of her necklace.
