110 Murder

Her voice echoed, the composure lost – eyes laid confused and baffled, Eira yelled. The news about the marriage came brusquely. He watched in awe as the flushed face quickly adjusted her body. The rather loud question had drawn them more attention than needed. "Someone's cut the rope on their own guillotine." Staxius casually took a sip, everyone around stared Eira. She could not do anything out of the ordinary, reason was that an angel was supposed to be perfect. She with the white hair and cold aura gave the impression of being said entity. However it might have looked, the way Eira changed her aura – it seemed as if it was normal for a girl to yell.