It was Nightingale.
“Should I see this as a warning?” Ashes frowned.
“Of course not,” Nightingale said, putting her dagger back to her waist. “I just wanted to see the strength of an extraordinary.”
“Are you sure? It was more like…”
“Do you think I would force you into leaving Border Town quickly, or otherwise I would not stay polite with you?” Nightingale interrupted her. “If that was the case, what would be the difference between Cara, and me?”
Cara? Why would she mention the former leader of the Witch Cooperation Association? Ashes asked herself in confusion.
“You can rest assured that I won’t hinder you from approaching any of my sisters, and if someone is willing to leave with you, I don’t think His Royal Highness will stop you. I certainly would not…” Nightingale paused, “But if you threaten to hurt His Highness, I guarantee you that next time I won’t just be stabbing at your side anymore.” Here she grinned and then disappeared into thin air, “Enjoy your time in Border Town.”
Sure enough, you still warned me off, ah, Ashes shook her head.