C l a i r e - L a u r e n t
Claire listened to the slave's exchange with half a mind, her eyes down. She would have smiled at Kaltaris' reply if she didn't feel so numb. The alchemist looked up at the rather arrogant slave as he spoke of not leaving before saluting and bowing to her. Flinching slightly at the salute, she recalled her father and felt her back straighten, a dead look in her eyes as well as in her tone.
"You should listen to your mistress little demon slave." As she slowly processed the thought that Kaltaris had sent to her, she thought back to him,
'I will let you have your fun with this...Vincent, but his death blow will be done by my hands. Now scan their minds covertly and find out anything you can about this Vincent Richards. We will get to him before they can even think about it. Follow my lead.' During the time that she sent the thought to her slave, the green haired woman put on a mask of pensiveness, looking like she was considering the blue eyed slave's offer intently. Finally she closed her eyes with a look of pure grief as she nodded.
"Fine. But you have to swear that you will not make a move on him without me. For now.....I need to grieve." Claire did not drop the sword she had created, but used her left hand to rub her face tiredly.