'Honor…'
I wondered if that boy, after all he'd been through, could still feel anything for a woman—but oddly, my heart felt lighter. Would this strange man say the same if he knew who I was?
'Still, thanks for the compliment.'
Whether he knew or not, being called pretty wasn't something to feel bad about. I hadn't heard words like that while living at Huashan.
Shing.
Fanning my face with one hand, I drew my sword with the other.
"Come out. You've already decided to attack, so what's the hesitation?"
"…"
"Three behind the trees. Five in the branches. Two lurking behind the carriage. Come out quietly, and there'll be no bloodshed."
Even after giving them a chance, the midnight raiders didn't budge. A familiar scenario.
"Stay here, keep your head down—"
I reached to put a hand on the Masked Golden Ghost's shoulder as he fumbled in his robes, but—
Hum.
'…?'
