Being gentle does not mean she will not take lives. To crusade against the arbiters for the sake of protecting civilization is precisely what the character Ninti ought to do.
The Anqi Faction analyzed coldly.
In a future city where flying cars shuttled back and forth, high above the skyscrapers, a lonely drinker put down his wine glass.
Ninti stood quietly opposite him, her small face cold like an exquisitely crafted art sculpture, her sharp dragon tail swaying gently and flashing with a terrifying, chilling light.
"I assume I haven't infringed upon the interests of the arbiters. Can you tell me your reasons for targeting me?"
"...Amon?"
"It's her."
"That's true. To her, we are all consumables used to drain you, so of course she wants to make full use of everything."
The arbiter sighed, knowing that her time of death was near.
Complaints against her companion naturally existed.
Yet at the same time, she could not help but admire her companion's vision, selling out all the arbiters without hesitation just to increase the success rate of the hunt—The Mysterious One Amon truly was a villain with the potential to become a counter-bargaining chip.
"What is your reason? Just because I affect the so-called equilibrium?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"I've left you time to utter your last words and warn your companions. Of course, if you're willing to give up targeting me and simultaneously tell me information about Amon, I can spare your life."
"It seems that even with the mind of a genius, one cannot avoid the flaw of naivety."
Ninti felt a surge of respect. Although she was a troublemaker, a troublemaker who wasn't afraid of death could at least be called a dignified person.
Swish—
The dragon tail flicked, and a dark shadow flashed past in the exact