บท 69: Chapter 34: Home_4

So, the shoulder bag had never been washed, covered in bloodstains from Winters everywhere: splatters from the fight, smears from handling the whistle.

"Really?" The girl was skeptical; she was no fool. But her brother's tone was calm and unflustered, not seeming to be feigned.

Winters opened the shoulder bag and carefully took out the female thief's dagger, which he had returned to the bag after their encounter.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up, and she reached for the dagger: "What is this? It's so pretty."

Winters was startled and lifted the dagger high, out of his sister's reach: "Be careful, it's sharp."

With his height and long arms, no matter how the girl reached, she couldn't touch the dagger. She simply hugged Winters's left arm and coaxed him: "Just let me see it, please? I'll just look, I won't take it, is that okay?"

"Alright," Winters relented: "I'll hold it for you to look, but be careful, it's very sharp."