"Backlund truly was worthy of being the capital. There were so many assassination jobs here, but..." Trissy flipped through the commission booklet in her hands, the corners of her lips curling slightly upward. Though she had already disguised herself, the charm overflowing after digesting the Witch potion still made the broker across from her unable to stop stealing glances at her.
Though Trissy loathed such looks, she had grown used to them. Pretending not to notice his gaze, she casually set the booklet on the table and said:
"Is that all?"
"Lovely Miss Assassin, you should know that caution is the most important thing in our line of work. No matter how capable you are, I can't possibly hand you an important job the first time we meet. Of course, if you become one of us... Well, you understand what I mean."
The broker rubbed his hands together like a fly. Trissy naturally knew he did not mean becoming one of them in the sense of being a woman, but joining some faction. However, she had no interest in that. She merely picked up the booklet and casually selected a certain gang enforcer.
It was not as if Trissy had never harmed kind innocents before, but she was different from before now. Not because she had discovered her conscience, but because she was now being watched by some great existence.
Though she did not want to admit it, that dead cat had some bad tastes, but the personality it displayed still leaned toward "kindness." Since that was the case, before she truly understood that great existence's "teachings," it was best not to lay hands on kind people.
The broker glanced at Trissy's chosen target and immediately forced a smile.
"Grizzly Jon, hmm, he's a tough one. Miss, you'd better be