Black darted between white and gray.
Feathers flew, and pigeons cried out in agony.
With a beak and talons as sharp as blades, Muninn slit the pigeons' throats one after another with surgical precision. By the time Muninn returned to the windowsill, the raven was leisurely preening its wings. When the pigeon clutched in its right talon tried to struggle, that talon immediately tightened.
The pigeon's body was crushed in an instant.
Muninn picked out its favorite tender morsels and swallowed them.
Is this a raven?
It's even fiercer than an eagle!
Linda inwardly sucked in a breath.
Across from her, surprise appeared in Edith's eyes as she looked at Linda.
"No wonder you dared to step forward so 'openly.' You've been keeping such a vicious raven. Is it your trump card?"
Edith asked.
Linda instinctively wanted to deny it, but for some reason, she found herself nodding instead. Even the words coming out of her mouth changed.
"My trump card?
"No, it's just a pet.
"Like my cats."
The girl's voice was calm, but her tone and expression already bore an uncanny resemblance to Arthur when he used [Bluff].
"A pet?"
Edith narrowed her pretty eyes slightly, then carefully surveyed her surroundings.
As someone who kept pigeons as a weapon, Edith knew all too well how formidable these unassuming little animals could be.
A single raven had already wiped out all the pigeons she had spent so long raising.
If three cats joined the fray, her chances of winning would drop by another thirty percent.
At that thought, Bernice's daughter shifted her feet slightly, moving away from Muninn as she said softly-
"These alone aren't enough.
"I didn't just raise a few pigeons to get my revenge.
"I also studied swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat..."
Once her drawn-out words had