Abigail had a gift, a rare one that allowed her to read the history etched in bones, beyond the facade of flesh and skin. Her mentor once confessed that even he couldn't unravel the mysteries of Abigail's own skeletal structure. If that was truly the case, then her real age was a mystery, or perhaps, there was another possibility.

Abigail was someone who could alter her own bone structure at will.

Regardless of the scenario.

Any anomaly, and she could spot it.

Percival was well aware of Vivienne's skill in reading bones, yet his grip on his wrist remained reluctant to ease.

Vivienne pursed her lips, willing to compromise further, "How about... Mr. Wolf, you lift the cloth for me? Just exposing a single bone would do, anywhere is fine."

With some reluctance, Percival agreed.

But before he did, he made sure Vivienne wasn't looking.

Approaching the first body, Percival chose an ankle bone, gnawed on by wild animals, exposing stark white bone.

Vivienne was accustomed to such sights, unfazed by the gruesome scene.

Luckily, her nerves held steady, no sign of any nausea despite the grim context.

She snapped back into professional mode in an instant.

Focusing on the bone, she squinted, her mind delving deep.

"This person was in their thirties, showing signs of recent hardships but not a life of constant struggle, a life of thin luck prone to attracting trouble," she deduced. Vivienne frowned slightly, retracting her gaze.

The identity of this person was almost certain.

It was Delilah, who had clung to Abigail during their last encounter, inadvertently saving them.

Vivienne shook her head, "This isn't Abigail."

The unspoken understanding between them meant Percival caught on with just a few words.

this time uncovering

Vivienne immediately frowned.

a young girl still in her growth

Certainly not Abigail.

gripped by immense fear before death. Vivienne inspected closer, her brows knitting together, "She must have been holding

the girl was holding something small, it was

on gloves, attempting to pry open

"Let me."

touching the body, Vivienne flicked a silver needle into the elbow's marrow through the cloth, then easily opened the clenched hand with tweezers. Inside was

Vivienne and

particular reason other than it being a

fragment on a tray, ensuring no

this end

Vivienne remained silent.

she wasn't wrong, this person was likely attacked from behind by Abigail, who

clothing, accidentally grabbing the already cracked Millennia Aegis fragment, holding onto it

DNA was

corresponding genetic profile could be

eyes at the fragment for a

news about the Millennia Aegis fragment, say it's in my

her order,

the whole armor effectively useless, reduced

of Abigail's current whereabouts, Vivienne wouldn't

surrounding this body; even if she checked recent

disguise among common folk to recover, the search area would be

could only mean one of two things: either

special abilities, better to wait for her to take the bait. The bodies

Delilah's ashes were returned to Cordelia was a form of solace, a true

drive Vivienne

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