Chapter 62
After the performance ended, we were invited by Milk-a to her private waiting room. Sharp gazes from those around us pierced through the air.
It seemed as if they harbored resentment over the words I had spoken at the end of the stage. Those malicious stares had caused Vira to look around cautiously, on high alert.
“─You are here.”
After a brief moment, we arrived at the waiting room and found ourselves face to face with Milk-a, who had just finished her performance. She was still in her stage attire, glistening with sweat, giving me the impression that this moment wouldn’t last much longer.
Indeed, Milk-a quickly got to the point.
“Are you from the evil organization?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“I don’t remember there being any women among you…”
Milk-a looked at Vira as if puzzled. Although all the warriors from the evil organization wore combat suits that obscured their bodies and faces, the fabric wasn’t thick enough to completely conceal gender.