As the mist scattered completely, Viola pulled the dagger out of her back and began to look at it. While she was in that strange, disturbed state of mind, she started to look at me.
Meanwhile, I kept my eyes fixed on the dagger. Reacting as if I was surprised would have been meaningless. I continued to grind my teeth, staring at the dagger, while still holding my wound. My head was starting to spin. I had forgotten that the dagger I had stabbed into myself was poisonous. Since Viola would soon experience the same effects, I couldn't help but feel worried for her.
"Whoever the scoundrel who entered here is, step forward immediately!!!"
