[ He's out cold. Norway, that is—his serene face was now marred by bruises and blood. A tooth might have fallen out of his mouth, but she can't tell in the dark. She wouldn't check, anyway; it isn't part of her plan.

Mr. Spain will definitely hate me.

She draws blood from Norway's flesh and, although she hesitates, smears it on the door, on the brass knob. Cold sweat runs down her forehead. Maybe this is what it means to make sacrifices. The trip down the rest of the stairs is a journey she takes with constant short breaths. Kougyoku may be a warrior, but her body isn't meant for labor. ]

Hah! [ With one final pull, she gets Norway's body off the stairs and onto the floor, dragging him to the center. The torches that light the room paint the walls with an ominous glow. ] Ahahaha... finally! They should have placed this armory next to our quarters if they wanted to get a murder done.

[ That would be a very stupid mistake on the blueprints, but Kougyoku is also a princess, not an architect. ]