Fall Off

When Marigold severed the final crimson thread, the timer finally ceased its count. It read 1 minute and 30 seconds, a fortunate success. She let out a long sigh of relief. However, in the next moment, as she turned around to see the person standing behind her, she was taken aback, causing the pliers in her hand to instantly slip to the ground.

It was Lloyd, who hadn't disembarked but instead held a gleaming dagger in his hand.

Lloyd approached her slowly, brandishing the dagger, and cast a glance at the scattered pieces of dials and wires on the floor, revealing a sinister smile.

"How tedious, dismantling it so quickly? I knew that Fey fellow was unreliable. You truly are formidable, Miss Allard. No, I should say Miss Bennett."

What?! Marigold felt her mind buzzing, something exploding within.

"What are you saying? There are no girls in the Bennett family."