Now clutching her face, Marionette began to laugh; her dry voice quickly growing in volume as her laughter echoed far enough for Damien to hear her voice.
Having decided not to return to the dining hall yet, Damien leaned his back against the wall, nursing the side of his head before instantly freezing in place like a petrified statue.
He quickly swung his head around, left to right, in search of laughter's owner before wincing and clutching his head again, overcome with vertigo due to his sudden movements.
He could recognise the voice of the laughter; it was none other than that damned female Assassin!
"What the hell is going on...?" Damien hissed loudly, slowly pulling out his phone and calling his Bloodhounds.
Before the voice on the otherside could say anything—
"I want all eyes on Marionette Von Roselle, this instant, do you hear me?!"
—Damien had already given out his orders.
"And prevent her from doing anything rash!"
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