In the carriage, Vivian's expression was twisted as he sat still, his hands clenched on his knees.
[Hey, softie, try to calm down.] The sword spirit spoke again, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
Vivian did not reply. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, cold and empty, as if he was staring through the wooden walls of the carriage.
[Softie, how about today you use me?] the sword spirit said, trying to sound cheerful.
[Since you took me, you haven't used me even once. I'm getting bored too. How about you let me stretch a little?]
Still, Vivian said nothing.
Truthfully, his mind was not here at all. His body was moving toward Count Harencross, and he knew he would beat the man senseless once he arrived.
That anger was there, burning quietly. But something else kept pulling at his thoughts.
Edward's letter.
In that strange, dream-like state, he remembered every word clearly.
Edward had written to Charlotte, saying there was a woman in the Tramplin estate.
