Dancing Skirt ultimately could not bring herself to be ruthless.
Of course, Little Deer understood what she meant—having young people "test the waters" meant luring those former comrades down and slaughtering them.
Although they were unwilling to do backbreaking work and did not want to search aimlessly across the entire country for Blood Angel... it would still be easy to trick them into coming down with an excuse like "we discovered a treasure." And the more corrupted they were, the easier it would be to manipulate them.
"You really are kind."
Little Deer sighed, finished praying, and rose to leave. "Forget it... We don't even know how much longer we'll be comrades. Since that's what you think, I'll respect your wishes. Investigating this far is already the most we could do. Go back and rest. I'll report the results to Teacher."
--In Little Deer's eyes, those "comrades" were no different from traitors. He naturally saw no problem with using their lives to scout the way. It could even be considered clearing out the organization while making use of their final shred of value.
"I just feel... this is also a kind of corruption."
Long after Little Deer had left, Dancing Skirt answered softly, speaking to the empty air beside her.
It was as if she was struggling with something... or trying to convince herself.
Without a doubt, Dancing Skirt had already completed her duty.
She was not the kind of assassin who excelled at combat or stealth, but one skilled in traceless poisoning and cursing—just like every Dancer from the Hawkeye Organization. To prevent those astrologers and prophets from detecting her Path of Adaptation level, she had even used a curse to discard her Path of Adaptation level, making herself appear to be an ordinary person.
--In the name of