Story Of A Cursed Girl

 Once it clocked midnight in the Viscarrian kingdom, Anna stayed awake in her chamber, staring intently at the golden badge in her hand while sitting before her dressing table in the palace.

The recollection of what she did at Ark Ville hasn't left her mind yet and she still has a hard time believing she was capable of doing something so mystifying as a human. Just recalling every bit of her action made her rub her forehead slightly as though she wanted to ease an incoming headache and a tired sigh left her lips.

As unintended as it was, she hoped the assassin was alright though. For a moment she didn't really feel like herself after holding that blade, she was conscious, but her body tended to move on its own without giving her enough time to plan the next attack.