Roy never considered himself a good person, let alone a virtuous one, but... at least as a "human," he had his own set of bottom lines for "being human."
He didn't care to know how Silva and Killua met,
he only knew that since he promised his great-grandfather to be a light for others, even if just a flicker, he should firmly and unwaveringly fulfill it!
Even if it means going against the whole world!
"Beep beep beep...." A string of rings broke the silence that had fallen between father and son once again....
Tsubone took out the phone from her pocket, glanced cautiously at Silva: "It's Hall."
Hall, the head of the Zoldyck Family's direct intelligence agency, and also Tsubone's son, rarely called, and when he did... it meant there was something, and it wasn't small.
"Answer it." Silva glanced sideways at Roy who was mimicking Maha rocking in the chair,
Tsubone nodded imperceptibly, her expression changed slightly after answering the call: "Master, Hall said... the informant lurking in Meteor Street reported that [Poisonous Insects] Guzman has headed to... the young master's location."
"I see." A faint voice responded, as Roy closed his eyes, enjoying the mountain breeze brushing against his face with a gentle warmth. Through sharing the vision with Taiyi, he already saw the green-headed, freckled youth just mentioned in the report.
Meteor Street,
West District, Street No. 4,
Pale Chapel.
"Clap, clap..." A series of applauses echoed....
From the corner of a newly formed table thanks to [Mokutan], a figure suddenly emerged, without anyone knowing when it appeared.
He sat right next to Kuroro, Sarasa, Pakunoda and Sharunaaku Ryuusei, plopping down on the table, not far from where Uvogin and Nobunaga lay "playing dead" on the ground.
Guzman's dark green, fluffy curly hair swayed in the wind. His soft eyes looked straight at Roy behind the table and said with a grin, "Creating something from nothing, what a beautiful manifestation, no wonder that fool Bolton Ilya fell at your hands."
"You separated his bomb with this [Wood Transformation], didn't you?"
Guzman tapped the table beneath him. It was sturdy... he acted like he owned the place, curiously evaluating Roy... Kuroro, still immersed in the sadness of "Uvogin's death", and unable to break free from Roy's illusion, along with Sarasa, Uvogin, and Nobunaga, all turned their heads...
Pakunoda's reaction was especially intense. Upon seeing Guzman's deep green hair, she immediately recognized him. Her alabaster fist hidden under the table quietly clenched, emotions violently fluctuating, shrouded in an almost palpable hatred, which Roy sharply sensed.
Guzman raised his hands, smirking wickedly: "Come on... come on... there's no need to look at me like that, we're all neighbors here, isn't it okay for me to drop by for a cup of tea?"
"So, you do know you're not invited?"
With a "slap~", a damp cloth was tossed toward Guzman's head.
Haseki Dorou's silver hair fluttered in the wind, as he quickly dashed forward, reached Roy's side in a few steps, and with a flash of Nen Light, he assumed the "Tiger Bite Fist" stance, guarding Roy closely behind him!
The cloth he tossed in front was suddenly caught by a shadow emerging from behind Guzman, pulled into the darkness... the youth's pupils subconsciously contracted slightly, sensing a dangerous aura!
"Young Master, he's a Nen user, and not just any Nen user...."
The sudden small probe came and went quickly... the young spiders, having experienced Roy's small showcase and being beaten by Haseki Dorou, wisely remained silent, even brutes like Uvogin noticed the simmering tension in the air, looking between Guzman and Roy, finally glancing at Kuroro,
However, the youth kept his head down and silent, appearing desolate, still entrapped in the illusion, holding his head in melancholy,
"Oh no~ how could this be 'uninvited'?" Guzman chuckled, glancing at Haseki Dorou: "After all, I came to say hello, besides...."
"I came bearing gifts~" The youth seemed to conjure a bag of candies from nowhere, handed it over: "Let's meet, Guzman,"
Roy: "A drug dealer,"
"Don't say it so harshly, I'm merely spreading joy!"
[En] emerged, as Guzman shielded his heart from the intruding mind worm, muttering to himself: "For Bolton Ilya to die at your hands, I admire... unknowingly sending a worm, eavesdropping on others' thoughts, hey~"
The youth leaned forward, getting close to Roy and said: "Father, I see... you're not a good person either, why don't we all drop the pretense?"
"You court death!"
"Dorou!"
A gentle voice stopped Haseki Dorou abruptly,
Roy gestured for him not to be angry, piously saying just a single phrase: "Praise the Sun."
Looking at Guzman again, both his pupils "puhf" ignited into two suns, being the Eye of Truth that sees through all illusions.
He said: "A mere puppet, there's no need to argue with it, killing it would just be a waste of your own Nen."
"Hohoho... Father is wise and sharp-eyed!" Guzman clapped in admiration, matching Roy's dazzling eyes, as his spiritual energy surged, his body collapsed, solidified, and in an instant became a doll, with threads spewing from its mouth as it opened and closed, the glass-beaded eyes staring intensely at Roy, indescribably eerie... almost like a real person!