Hinata, Stop Pretending

After finishing all this, he finally let out a long breath.

Of course, what he did not know was that writing those three letters had already made the terrifying leader in his mind very unhappy.

After all, to explain everything clearly, each letter had to be at least a thousand words long.

Three letters came to three thousand words.

That might not sound like much, but when Young Miss Hinata lost her temper, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Didn't he know that time flew like an arrow and days passed like a shuttle?

To be honest, Passerby A was quite self-aware.

He knew how special this secret base was. Not only was it well hidden, but it would also save a great deal of effort when it came to reorganizing things.

So after completely abandoning darkness for the light, he returned here directly.

He silently took on the role of chief steward.

Because he knew this place would definitely be valued by the higher-ups of his organization.

And now, it was obvious that he had made the right bet. He could clearly feel that his treatment within the organization had improved somewhat.

Come to think of it, when Passerby A had chosen to leave the Hundred Slaughter Group back then, whether he had been forced into it or done so willingly...

Ever since the Hundred Slaughter Group had completely vanished into the dust of history, he had truly entered a period of confusion.

He had muddleheadedly joined a muddleheaded organization. Though he knew it might be powerful, everything about it was still a muddle.

He found it hard to adapt. No one assigned him any tasks, leaving him truly lost.

Under such circumstances, perhaps because there were few choices left—or perhaps because of an unconscious choice—he ultimately