"Is that sneaky bastard the one who did that to you?" said Melissa in a coaxing manner as if afraid that her loud tone might frighten the brown haired girl.
Zavier figured out the whole situation with just that sentence. This was the revenge of the brown haired girl on him. She had either made him out to be a bastard, one who was even worse than he had acted to be previously or she had concocted some other story with him as the main villain and herself as the damsel in distress. Otherwise, such a huge turnover of her supporters was impossible. She wasn't royalty or some politician after all.
The brown haired girl acted as if she had been wronged by the whole world and had no one to turn to despite having called upon the gang of unruly women hell bent on drawing blood of some pitiful bastard that she would direct them towards.
"…"
"What's wrong? Don't be afraid. We are all here. Let's see who has such guts." coaxed Melissa like a real kind elder sister.