Kallen ran her fingers through her hair, her fingertips gliding along the ends. Her locks gleamed silver in the light, like an impossibly smooth length of silk.
In that instant, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Just like that beauty who wielded the Abyss Flower.
Everyone in the Kaslana family had white hair and blue eyes. Once they let their hair down, it was impossible to tell them apart at a glance.
Kallen was the phantom thief, so of course she could not say it outright.
But she could leave behind a clue, letting Ch'en develop a faint suspicion, just like every other phantom thief did.
Yet Terra seemed to have only one phantom thief—her. Every other thief stole merely to make a living. A child like Rope probably would not see Sixth Night as an idol, but rather as a lunatic.
After her identity was exposed, watching the officers beat their chests in regret and think, Why didn't I realize it sooner? was also one of a phantom thief's pleasures.
Unfortunately, this pleasure would once again be built upon Little Ch'en's suffering.
Kallen watched Ch'en leave. The latter clenched her fists tightly, and blood seemed to seep through the tightly wrapped bandages.
"I hope the Guard Department's infirmary is at least somewhat useful. Little Ch'en shouldn't treat this sort of thing as a minor injury and stubbornly keep working. It wouldn't be good if her hands were left scarred."
Kallen muttered to herself.
"For a girl, that would be an especially cruel punishment."
Ch'en possessed a dragon's recovery abilities, yet those wounds were still bleeding even now. They were clearly no ordinary wounds. Considering Ch'en's earlier actions, one could only sigh at how Chi Xiao truly was a blade that devoured people without blinking.
Ch'en returned to the Lungmen Guard Department