"I treated you as a friend, and now you're haggling with me?"
Lin Shuguang showed no panic at all. He merely cast a sidelong glance, the disappointment on his face perfectly measured, then looked up at the moon, half shrouded in dark clouds. He naturally withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and looked down at his shoes.
"A friend?" Silver Seraph paused, murmuring those two words.
He had been taken in by the organization as a child. He had never enjoyed a childhood, nor had he possessed a name of his own, only the codename [Silver Flame].
Every day, all he did was learn to kill or learn how to survive... To an assassin organization, none of his personal information mattered. For more than twenty years, he had been a tool risking his life for the organization.
Had that assassin organization not been destroyed, he might have spent his entire life in a haze, repeating the same monotonous days of killing.
Only after he later joined [Nightmare] had his instincts gradually reawakened, and he had begun developing preferences of his own.
But the word "friend"... still remained far removed from his life!
Accustomed to issuing orders or accepting instructions from his superiors, Silver Seraph had long grown used to being alone. Even in [Nightmare], his solitary ways were common knowledge, and few people could deal with him.
Yet his time with Lin Shuguang had indeed changed him considerably, little by little.
He could not imagine someone slaughtering people one moment, then calmly haggling-extorting and blackmailing-the next.
Not until he met Lin Shuguang!
He could not even forget the night he had met Lin Shuguang's little sister... That little girl had clung to his wings, wheedling that she wanted some too... Occasionally, when he thought of it, his expression would soften