"Damn it, I knew they'd come after me."
Faced with the Purifiers' actions, Benjamin could not help swearing.
Still, this was already the best possible outcome. The Purifier squad had lost four men, and their combat strength had dropped by more than a level. This was the most perfect coordination he and Michelle could have achieved in those dozen-odd seconds.
In truth, those dozen-odd seconds of ambush had also given Benjamin a great deal of information.
From the moment he recognized Michelle, his mind had been stuck in a state of what the hell. But when he saw her pull out those two daggers, he immediately understood what needed to be done next.
Perhaps because he and Michelle had been schemed against each other for so long, and because he had spent so much time trying to fathom her thoughts, he had become exceptionally good at grasping her intentions.
The one who understood you best was always your enemy.
With nothing but a glance between them, the plan for this surprise attack took shape in both their minds.
Benjamin knew full well that this was their only way out. If they let the Purifiers' captain contact the bishop, Michelle's lie would soon be exposed. When that happened, not only Benjamin, but Michelle as well would suffer disaster.
Though Benjamin still had many questions in his heart—why had Michelle risked her life to save him? Why did all these Purifiers know Michelle and call her "Christine," without questioning her Paladin disguise?—he no longer had time to hesitate.
Besides, there was nothing to hesitate over. If they did not fight, they would die. If they fought, they might yet live.
They had to wipe out this entire squad of Purifiers here and seal every secret within this filthy sewer.
That was why,