"You don't seriously think a bunch of gangsters could kill the Spider, do you?"
Cordis rolled his eyes at Kurapika as he spoke.
He silently cursed him.
What an idiot. He actually fell for such an obvious trick.
Even after Cordis's warning, Kurapika remained doubtful.
If Kurapika hadn't seen the Spider's bodies at the scene himself, he probably would have believed him.
Yet Cordis's words were also highly convincing.
The people in the Spider Sect were all incredibly cunning and treacherous. They might have used some technique to fake their deaths.
As he thought about it, sharp waves of pain began pounding through Kurapika's head.
Along with the pain, his vision began to blur.
Kurapika sat down beside Cordis and leaned back against the seat, exhaustion written all over his face. He tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to ease the discomfort.
He had been run off his feet these past two days and hadn't had any proper rest.
Now that lack of rest was catching up with him.
Looking at the dark circles beneath Kurapika's eyes, Cordis couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
He wanted to offer some comfort, but by the time the words reached his lips, they had turned into a scolding.
"Look at you. You're so wrapped up in work that you don't even care about your health anymore."
As he spoke, Cordis reached out to replace Kurapika's hand, using his long, delicate fingers to massage the bridge of Kurapika's nose.
Kurapika apparently hadn't expected Cordis to help him like this and felt a little awkward at first.
But he soon lost himself in Cordis's gentle touch.
He accepted Cordis's massage without any further qualms.
Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep beside Cordis.
Once Cordis saw