After learning that the man who had visited the inn that morning was the "Medium," Arthur Credos, Didian knew she had landed herself in serious trouble.
So, after only a moment's hesitation, she chose to take a desperate risk.
She had to sever her "connection" to the danger.
That "client."
Of course, Didian knew that the "client" could not be the one targeting the "Medium," Arthur Credos.
Someone of his standing simply did not qualify.
But whoever stood behind him certainly did.
And what she had to do was keep that person from setting their sights on her.
But...
It seemed she was a little too late.
Looking at the middle-aged man before her, then at the two men holding crossbows at the alley's entrance, Didian felt utterly helpless.
By now, she had figured it out.
That "client" was bait the middle-aged man had put out.
He was fishing!
Of course, he certainly was not fishing for a foolish little fish like her.
He wanted to catch a shark.
Yet she had blundered straight into his net.
I was too impulsive...
Have all these peaceful days dulled my wits?
Didian thought this, but she felt no further regret.
Because she understood perfectly well that, since the middle-aged man was fishing, he would not treat his bait kindly-the "client" was bait, yes.
And her?
Wasn't she another piece of bait herself?
That was precisely why the middle-aged man did not mind his bait killing each other.
Or rather...
Her unusual behavior had made him think he really had hooked a shark.
What a load of shit!
She cursed inwardly, but spoke without hesitation.
"Do you mean the secretly born child of misfortune, the one favored by the Grim Reaper, the current 'Black Cat,' the South Los Swordsmanship Tournament Champion, the master