"You... how did you find this place?"
So this is what it feels like to face his supernatural ability? Tales thought.
At such close range, it felt as if even breathing had become numb.
At least he hadn't fallen into an illusion.
Luosang the Second didn't answer Tales. He first lowered his head to look at Srimani, who was mumbling in his sleep on the ground, then turned to Catherine, who had fainted again. His intention was obvious.
Tales furrowed his brow.
"What did he promise you? Was it worth it for an expert like you to serve him so loyally, doing this filthy, underhanded work—even crawling through sewers?"
Luosang still didn't answer. His hand rested on his sword hilt as he sidestepped around Tales.
Damn it.
Tales hurriedly turned with him, blocking the people behind him with the dagger raised.
"Money? Official rank? Honor? Even a fief or manor?"
Tales could only shout with all his might. "Or... revenge?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luosang suddenly looked at him!
Though his face mask and goggles concealed his features, Tales faintly sensed the sharpness of his gaze at that moment.
Good. Keep him occupied.
With that thought, Tales relaxed his tense sword stance and did his best to look casual.
"Such a shallow motive?"
"I suggest that you don't obstruct me, Your Highness," Luosang said. "If you feel uncomfortable, you might want to turn your head or close your eyes."
Tales chuckled softly.
"Then I suggest you learn from Chaman Lumba. Let go of your blood feud and look toward a beautiful tomorrow—"
Before he could finish, the black-clad killer before him suddenly moved, darting behind Tales in an instant!
Damn!
An expert this powerful, and he still resorted to a sneak attack?
Tales was still cursing inwardly, but