The news that "Valentine's Day Killers turned on each other" became a popular topic of conversation among citizens over the next few days.
A police spokesperson faced the cameras and righteously classified the case as "evil begetting its own reward," while reminding the public that the net of justice was wide-meshed but missed nothing.
Edward merely laughed it off. He cared more about something else.
"What? You're going to Eden Lake this weekend?"
At the dining table, Lily immediately pouted when she heard Edward's plan. Her innocent eyes plainly spelled out four words: I want to go too.
"Come on, Jisi, it's a date for couples." Edward helplessly poked her little head. "What would it look like if you came along? Would you be the third wheel?"
"But, Master, what if bad guys show up again? I can protect you and Sister Jennifer!" Lily puffed out her little chest, looking completely justified.
"Oh, please." Edward mercilessly exposed her. "You just want to go out and have fun, don't you? Don't worry, Emma and Esther will keep you company at home. The three of you can hold a Gotham Villain Rehabilitation Center tea party."
Having had her thoughts called out, Lily immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.
Emma and Esther, sitting nearby, remained silent throughout.
Emma held a thick psychology book, as though everything around her had nothing to do with her.
As for Esther, she continued playing her role as a well-behaved, lovable little girl. Only occasionally, when she looked at Edward, did a faint, nearly imperceptible complexity flicker in her eyes—a mixture of awe and curiosity.
After settling the little "troubles" at home, Edward rode his beloved Fenrir Heavy Motorcycle on Saturday morning, carrying Jennifer as they sped toward Eden Lake in the suburbs.
Jennifer tightly wrapped her arms