"...You might as well take a guess." Marlina, her face pale from the pain, forced a smile.
"When Mr. Faust returns, will you lose your left hand, your right hand, or perhaps... that beautiful, delicate head of yours?"
Meeting the violent and savage gaze, Marlina did not flinch. Instead, her smile grew even brighter: "It's just a small gamble. Miss Snake Attendant is not a gambler, so she chooses to watch. What about you, madam? Do you want to join the table?"
"...Using this fortune to bet on my rusty copper coin?"
The Queen Bee squinted slightly, pausing her actions and turning to the Snake Attendant: "Is that Faust worth such caution?"
"Perhaps not." The Snake Attendant replied impassively, "Just try, and you'll find out."
"Fine, let me ask another question..."
Yvaine's gaze turned colder, seemingly dissatisfied with the Snake Attendant's perfunctory answer: "Why did Mr. Faust kill?"