Ravensblood Forest Misery, misery is the venom in my brain

Violante hummed softly and stretched out with a yawn. She looked to Noir seriously, and inquired, "What is it you wish to do, Noir?" Sacrarium did not operate like her natal pack, and the role of Servant was an outdated one that had little use. She thought about abolishing it as a whole, but, she could not without first talking it over with Noir.