[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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Polina was leading the small group towards the training fields, following the stone path that the Farisian maid was now fully acquainted with when their conversation with the small demon maid to be was interrupted by the characteristic crack of a gunshot passing close by. The maid immediately fell into an alert stance, before recognizing that it came from the training fields, rather than being an external ambush. It didn’t take long for her to catch that the combat instructor was running straight at them, sword drawn. 

From the reaction of the new maid, Polina suspected that this was not about how she had reverse pickpocketed Myrilla some macarons during their combat mission days ago. No, no, this was clearly something personal, and she decided that discretion was the better part of valor and stepped out of the situation rather than draw her own hidden knives and get involved in this little spat. 
[b]“Good luck,”[/b] she encouraged, even as the demon girl screamed and engaged the older maid. 

The uninvolved maid produced a bag of bonbons this time, and popped one of the chocolate confections in her mouth. Glancing over at her fellow maids, if they were still uninvolved, she offered them a snack as well as she watched the impromptu duel… whether it was to the death remained to be seen, but Polina was sure that things would turn out fine. Probably. Maybe.