Carina couldn't deny the fact that the servant's unrelenting personality had piqued her interest, and with watchful eyes, it monitored the servant who picked up the knife with trembling hands, but the look on her face showed not a tinge of fear, only feebleness.
Samantha raised it up to her face as she studied the blade with a comprehending gaze, seriously pondering over something that didn't seem to sit well with Carina. The sharp edges that glinted each time it caught the sun rays would make her heart skip in fear, but… this shouldn't be any different than being pierced with a fang on her skin right?
Thought Samantha as she nervously swallowed, but then, her grip tightened against the hilt.