Acker said nothing, but the "wire" in his hand seemed to come alive. It not only circled him but occasionally raised its head like a snake.
At the sight, the helplessness on Aivor's chubby face deepened.
"Could you put your 'Spider Silk' away?
I really was just passing by!
We settled our differences once and for all in that duel twenty years ago!
Neither 'Bloodflow' nor 'Shadow Stream' has anything to do with us anymore!
You have your children.
I have mine.
We're both just ordinary fathers."
Aivor spread his hands.
Then he glanced at the scattered debris on the ground. After a moment's thought, the enthusiastic fat cook said-
"You're a father who took action for his children.
Have you decided to tell Alvin and Alma the truth?"
Acker still gave no answer to Aivor's question, but he put away his "Spider Silk."
A slight movement of his fingers was all it took for the wire to vanish.
It wasn't Spatial Equipment.
It was a secret technique of "Assassin Bloodflow."
Even Aivor, who came from "Assassin Shadowflow," had no idea where it had gone.
Both men had their secrets.
But, just as he had said earlier, they had both married and had children. If they could live peacefully, the last thing they wanted was anyone disturbing them.
Of course, if someone really did disturb them...
Then they would kill.
Assassins had their creeds.
Fathers had their boundaries, too.
And that boundary was their children.
When their children were threatened, both their creeds would become one: stop killing with killing.
Kill until no one on the other side remained.
Make the other side give up?
That wasn't an option.
Both Acker and Aivor understood.
They knew what it meant for malice to linger.
They knew what it meant for dead