"…So then… Eve, could you explain… ah… well… this scene?" Syl'Vyr asks me as I arrive at the mansion. She came ahead because she ran to prepare the mansion for the prisoners, while the soldiers returned to camp to be healed by Faye. As for me, I walked here with this fake Evelyn, so I was slower.
"Syl'Vyr, what do you mean?" I ask, hoping she won't bring up what I think she will.
"Well…" Her gaze drops to the damp stain on "Evelyn-sama's" dress, which is also smeared with blood—but that stain is obviously not blood.
"The smell of this is… how should I put it…" She struggles to say something, while the fake Evelyn smiles with a grin that seems disgusting to me.
"What's the problem, Syl'Vyr? Are you having doubts about this? Because it's exactly what you're probably thinking it is," Evelyn asks, lifting her skirt and showing her dripping panties. Syl'Vyr blushes, not expecting such boldness.
