"Mr. L?"
Trissy visibly froze when she heard the name, but it took her only a moment to remember what that form of address meant:
"Mr. L of the Aurora Order?"
"That's right, 'Ms.' Trissy." Nimrod placed heavy emphasis on "Ms.":
"My subordinate told me you aren't the sort of newly advanced Witch who's loyal to the Demoness Sect. In that case, perhaps you could consider some other options?"
"Other options?" Trissy scoffed, though her tone had lost some of its wariness:
"How do you know I'm not loyal to the Demoness Sect?"
"Then did I misjudge you?" Nimrod asked unhurriedly:
"Since you're loyal to the Demoness Sect, it seems there are no lambs here for us to save. I hope you'll be satisfied with the partners the Demoness Sect arranges for you, one after another. Goodbye, Ms. Trissy."
At the words "partners, one after another," Trissy's expression abruptly changed.
She hardly needed to think to guess what sort of partners the Demoness Sect would arrange for her-they certainly wouldn't be the pretty girls she liked!
If the Demoness Sect truly had good intentions, they wouldn't have concealed from her in the first place that choosing the Assassin pathway would eventually turn her into a woman!
During the few seconds her mind was in turmoil, Nimrod had already walked several steps away.
Trissy's expression was grim, but she still thought Nimrod was merely retreating to draw her in-she didn't believe a Beyonder who had followed her for so long would really leave just like that.
Nimrod's footsteps were already far away.
"...Is he really not coming back?"
Trissy's scalp prickled. She simply couldn't ignore what she had just heard. In a brief burst of Assassin speed, she caught up with Nimrod, who had already rounded a corner.
She kept her