One cleaver for every pig (4)

Raphael Earhart

 

Upon entering the hall, I drove Adelais's blade into the smooth marble floor, its hilt resonating with a soft chime. Without haste, I retrieved a lollipop from my spatial ring and placed it in my mouth. The sweet flavor spread across my palate, starkly contrasting the metallic tang lingering from the recent skirmish. I cast a languid gaze over the room, allowing my body a moment's reprieve.​