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[center][h3]--Mizutani Mansion - Interior--[/h3][/center]
Rudolf’s little gambit worked, the hairless dolt couldn't discern friend from foe as he wasted ammunition, effort, and most importantly, [i]attention[/i] to kill what was already dead. This blunder exacted a most terrible cost as Miina's upward thrust sent him on a bloody journey to the afterlife. For Eve's part, though she still thought this whole operation was a pointless farce, she could at least take pleasure in personally watching these scum die in agony, the dimwitted gunner being the latest entry in her ever-growing list of culled pests.

With their greatest obstacle neutralized, the Kirins moved forward with all the haste they could afford; Esben ingeniously slipped through three of Mizutani's best henchmen, making a fool out of them, and more practically, setting them up to be easily picked off by his comrades. One found his end at the end of Eliane's gunblade barrel, another was subjected to fatal impalement courtesy of Galahad's halberd, and the last of the three stooges was reminded for the final time why Izayoi was the Emperor's champion instead of him. 

Finely executed, all of them. Eve couldn't help but let a small smirk cross her face, she was once again assured that her encounter with the Kirins was fated, thrust upon her by the Dragon King himself so she could put a stop to Valheim's desecration of the natural order.

However, it still didn't mean she'd conform with each and every single decision they had made. Thus, when the way into the traitorous rat's study was cleared for the rest of the group, Eve... casually ascended the steps and simply stood back while the others handled their business with Tane or whatever her name was. The Pseudolon had nothing to do with the crime lord other than what Captain Bikke demanded, and she didn't believe for a second that Ciradyl was ever in danger; she was a Bard and the second best espionage operative in the group, anyone who couldn't see that she was merely playing the oh-so-helpless hostage was a delusional fool, which Tane was.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"... ... ..."[/b][/color] The False-Dragon leered with palpable unamusement at the whole commotion; all the melodrama of unrequited love, misplaced jealousy, and right, the interrogation. When Miina began stuttering out her questions, Eve rolled her eyes as she leaned her back against the study's doorframe, keeping watch just in case a foolhardy goon or two followed them.

While doing that, she procured a vial from one of her cloak's inner pockets, the transparent tube filled to capacity with liquefied ether, her literal lifeblood. With a quiet, exasperated sigh, she uncorked the thing and began quietly sipping its contents, out of sight, out of mind.