The deal

Victoria was sitting at the edge of her bed, staring at the exquisite, violet colored, three feet long sword in her hand with a lost look.

After a long while, her expression gradually turned cold, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. But not long after, she recalled something and sighed, a helpless expression covering her face. 

Stowing her sword away in her storage bag, she left her room and arrived before Arthur's, where she hesitated for a moment. After looking around to see if Grace or Evie was around, she carefully pushed the door open just enough for her to enter and stepped inside, closing the door after her.

With light steps, she arrived beside Arthur's bed and watched him sleep for a while.