After leaving the vehicle, W sat across from Roy. Though she had put on brand-new clothes and taken on a new identity, she still retained some of her old habits. She still carried that Originium grenade launcher.
At that moment, the flames burned brightly. Although steam was already rising from the soup pot, the food inside still needed some time before it was ready to eat.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Sensing the gaze from across the way, Roy asked without concealing anything.
He was no stranger to that look. He had noticed it several times before, such as in the firearms training room.
Life was always full of coincidences. At this moment, Roy had finally found the owner of that gaze. This person had been watching him for about four days now.
If Roy remembered correctly, four days ago was when she had completed her treatment.
"What? Afraid I'll blow you up? Or worried I planted a bomb under your seat?"
"Not really. You couldn't beat me anyway."
Roy picked up the spoon beside him, then ladled out a spoonful of broth from the pot. After blowing on it lightly to cool it, he tasted it.
After hearing Roy's utterly unreserved words, W still wore that smile, but compared to before, it now seemed somewhat forced.
This guy really didn't know how to talk!
W roared inwardly.
"..."
She did not respond to Roy. He had killed the conversation with a single sentence, and if she wanted to keep talking, she would have to find a new topic.
After thinking for a moment, W realized she had nothing to say.
Their duel had been the first time they met, and it had also left each of them with a bad impression of the other. Still, W would not