I felt I was being treated rather rudely.
Although things had indeed gone as expected, with Harriet revealing her true nature and taking a hostage, Fu Qian, the person directly involved, was not in a very good mood.
In theory, shouldn't I have become the center of attention by now? Why was I still being ignored?
Harriet had clearly taken me for an ordinary person with no ability to fight back, based on the results of her earlier tests. So even with a sharp blade pressed against my neck, her attention was entirely on the hunter steadily closing in.
As for the person being threatened, he still looked too lazy to speak. Even when the hunter kept advancing with his sights fixed on her, he added another layer of metal fire to the blade.
Forget it, Fu Qian sighed inwardly. He decided not to hold it against either of them and took the opportunity to observe Harriet's true appearance.
Aside from one arm that was little more than bone, she seemed to have retained her sanity. And from the face, she didn't look all that inhuman, either.
Even the weapon at her neck was slender, with an exquisite handle. It looked less like a murder weapon and more like one of those legendary daggers used to preserve one's chastity.
Of course, that was only what it looked like. The nightgown had been badly torn when she smashed the shop window, and from Fu Qian's angle, he could clearly see that the body it had concealed was truly unusual.
Her legs dangled in the air, twitching faintly. But the strangest thing about her was the patch of burn marks on her back.
The hunter's initial ambush had clearly done some damage.
What was strange, though, was that only half of the