Pride and Envy

Beneath the cover of night, a tall, slender figure made his way along the shadows beneath the lights of the shops lining the street.

The gleaming scissors, their sharp edges glinting coldly, were concealed by his nearly silent footsteps.

The Flower-Seeker made his way back to the tailor shop. Seeing the deserted nighttime streets, he felt a sense of inevitability.

Just as he'd expected—when their tour group wasn't being led from place to place by the guide, the wandering pedestrians vanished without a trace.

It was all like a play staged for them, false on the outside and in.

But that wasn't what the Flower-Seeker cared about right now. He had only two reasons for joining this interaction.

First, to get a ticket to Yin Yang City if he could. Then, when Yin Yang City opened, Lingren would bring him along. If he didn't rely on himself, no one in Single Prism would help him get anything, anyway.

Second... to kill Hua Subai.

His name said it all. From the moment Lingren created him, he had existed for one purpose alone.

He knew Hua Subai was the president of Single Prism, but that had nothing to do with him. He served not Single Prism, but Lingren himself.

Even these scissors had been made for the sole purpose of cutting down the "flower."

Because Lingren's hatred for Hua Subai was in a class of its own.

The Flower-Seeker's gentle face was expressionless. He returned to the tailor shop and went straight through the front door.

The woman in the red dress wasn't outside. Presumably, she'd kept her promise and stayed in the back courtyard.

He opened the door to the courtyard, and sure enough, there she was.

"Hmm?" The woman sat on an empty chair, propping her chin on one hand