"You... want to fight me, Leora?" Joseph asked, laughing loudly. Although danger was already looming around him, with a single bullet, everything would be over. A task that he considered easy but Ute couldn't accomplish. Yes... he would do it now without wasting any more time. He immediately drew the pistol from his pocket.

Pointing the muzzle at the fearless girl approaching him. Joseph's thin smile showed that the girl wasn't afraid of facing her death. "You're truly a Quassano, it seems."

"Who do you think I am?" Don't ask how much Beatrice's steps trembled as she continued to approach this cloaked man. Her hand gripping the dagger was sweaty....