The girl jerked in surprise as she saw Mireille.
Mireille stared at the girl unbelievingly. She was still there. She didn't run away.
Mireille could feel the mass of blood in her head flow back to her whole body. Her knees felt really wobbly.
The girl looked at her, but strangely Mireille had a feeling that her eyes didn't have the hateful expression anymore.
Mireille's eyes caught the girl's hands holding all the documents. So she did read through the documents after all.
The girl turned away from Mireille and busied herself with the documents again.
Mireille sat on the bed, watching the girl.
The documents contained the information about her parents' past.
Twelve years ago, Henry Chestley's little sister Marianne Chestley and John Sanders were lovers.
From the very first beginning Henry was objected to this relationship. John was a nobody. It was because of Marianne that he could have a decent job and lead a much better life than before. Marianne provided the man with everything he needed. She trusted him with all her heart.
And yet after two years John cheated on Marianne with Allison Drew, the woman who then became his wife. Because of them, Marianne commited suicide.
Henry swore revenge. He swore to kill both of them including their children, but the Sanders suddenly disappeared and Henry lost track of them.
After ten years finally he found them, therefore he hired Mireille to kill the whole family.
Included in the documents were some old newspaper articles, which reported Marianne's death and the release of John Sanders because he didn't kill Marianne after all. He just left her brokenhearted with no hope to live.
"My father…." whispered the girl after some while.
Mireille folded her hands neatly. She knew very well the shock to find out that one's parents were involved in something one never dreamed of.
The girl put down the documents, and with all her courage she faced Mireille.
"Am I going to die as well?" she asked, trying her best to hide her fear.
Mireille looked at the girl. She never saw Kirika shiver. So Kirika would look like this if she was afraid.
Mireille took out her Walther and hold it firmly in her hand.
"Actually, yes. My task was to eliminate the whole Sanders family. The question is, if you want to die now."
"No." answered the girl. "But there's nothing I can do if I will die anyway."
Mireille could see desperation in the girl's eyes. She really had lost any hope to survive.
Kirika died in such a young age, Mireille said to herself. She died although she didn't want to.
"I am so sorry that I have to leave you alone, Mireille."
"Sorry because I will die soon."
Kirika who had to struggle that much to live…….
"If I could choose, I just want to be right beside you."
"No way I am letting you die... No way..."
This girl's fate was now in her hands. She once swore to Kirika that she wouldn't let her die. She swore to her, she really did.
But she couldn't do anything to save Kirika.
The girl standing before her now, she had the chance to live on. If Mireille would let her go. And it wouldn't make sense if Mireille simply let her go with the possibility that she might get killed in one, two days. She had better help to the end if she did want to help.
"Hey, you are their adopted daughter, right?" Mireille asked. "My client was not sure when you came to this family but he insisted to kill you as well."
The girl didn't understand why Mireille changed the topic, but she nodded.
"Where did you come from? Can you remember?"
The girl looked down and thought strainedly.
"We never talked about it. The only thing my mum told me was that they adopted me as I was six years old. I can hardly remember the time before that."
Both of them were busy with their own thoughts for a while. Mireille was wondering how she could bring the girl somewhere safe and give her a new life, while the girl was busy trying to remember where she came from. The girl really didn't remember where she came from. She didn't even remember the time she met the Sanders for the first time. It was really unusual. It was simply too odd.
Finally, Mireille broke the silence.
"I will find you somewhere to live. Until then, you should better stay with me. If you don't want to die yet.
Even if I let you off hook now, my client will be able to hunt you down and kill you within days anyway.
What do you think about it?"
The girl's eyes widened. She didn't expect Mireille to take care of her. Mireille was her parent's murderer! A wave of anger built itself in her heart.
"I don't need your help! You are a murderer!" yelled the girl. Her tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at Mireille hatefully.
"It was an offer," said Mireille, who felt hurt as if she was rejected by Kirika personally. "It is up to you what to do."
The girl kept her lips pressed tightly. It was shameful to depend on a person whom she hated. But she really had no choice. Die or survive. If she refused, she would die. If she agreed, there might be some chance to survive.
But why did this woman offer such things? After all, she didn't get any profit from this.
Then the girl asked coldly, "Aren't you afraid that I might attack you while you are not on guard?"
Mireille grinned satisfiedly. "I'll take that risk."
This moment was the time when their paths crossed each other. Mireille Bouquet, a hired assassin, and a normal girl whose parents she just killed. Both of them are lonesome souls, and the way ahead was so unpredictable. Mireille knew that very well, but she needed to do this. If she didn't, she would regret it her whole life……..