Come On, Assassin!

Why?

Martin did not look at Hadi. He kept his wary gaze on the Horse-Faced Evil Beast.

He had not planned to speak to Hadi. A voice could reveal too much. Youth was an advantage, but sometimes it could also be a weakness.

The Horse-Faced Evil Beast was exceedingly cunning. If it saw through him, he would be in trouble.

But Martin wanted to answer Hadi's question.

"You're not a bad person!"

Martin watched the Horse-Faced Evil Beast and answered after a brief silence.

Momo was always telling him that he was a warrior, not a mage; that his primary attribute was constitution, not mental strength; and that his instincts were unreliable.

But he had his own way of judging people.

Hadi froze. Humans who saw Hadi usually fled in terror. The braver ones might raise a weapon and fight back.

But every human Hadi had met had looked on Hadi with malice and hostility.

This was the first time Hadi had heard a human say, "You're not a bad person." Hadi was not human, yet for some reason, Hadi's eyes grew a little damp.

"You should run. I can only hold it off for a little while," Martin said.

He was prepared to die, though he had also readied a Resurrection Coin.

Hadi asked in surprise, "What about you?"

"Don't worry. I have a way to survive." Martin smiled confidently.

Hadi struggled to Hadi's feet. Rather than offer to stay, Hadi turned and fled. Hadi's entire body was covered in hooks and claws; staying would do no good.

After Hadi left, Martin took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the Horse-Faced Evil Beast, bracing himself.

In truth, the Horse-Faced Evil Beast had not seen through him. He had spoken, and his voice sounded young, but a player's