"...Oh my, little sister, what brings you to a place like this? Are you lost?"
But there was no smile in his eyes, no trace of lascivious thoughts, only indifference like that towards a lamb awaiting slaughter, and anticipation for the delicious morsel before him.
Two entirely different emotions interwove on the squad leader's face into a strange smirk, uttering words no ghost would believe, yet without any gesture, the other five members of Black Gate had silently spread out, stealthily encircling the Hero.
"You're from the Black Gate, aren't you?"
As if unaware of their movements, the Hero asked with a calm expression and solemn tone.
Seeing the girl's earnest demeanor, the Black Gate Captain revealed a mocking face as if he had heard a cold joke.
"Black Gate? What are you talking about? We are all True Saint Disciples with firm aspirations—ah."
His voice stopped abruptly.
"Indeed, Black Gate, it seems that's what others often call us." He then nodded with a smile.
