Stray

The corridors of the test zone were regular and clean. The body Telaranea currently possessed was more suitable for the battle zone. The scruffy middle-aged man rubbed his hair and yawned. The carved thick metal door closed heavily behind him.

“What can I do for you?” he repeated vaguely.

The wide sleeves covered Mora’s clenched fists. Since leaving the village with Randy, she had forgotten how many people they had killed. Mora had long been accustomed to hiding in the dark like a predatory cat, calmly and quickly harvesting lives. This experience of being so nervous that it was difficult to breath was brand new.

This was the superior demon they finally found. The third in fourteen years. She must carefully not make the other party feel unhappy. After confirming that there was no one around, the female killer carefully lifted her disguise.

“Lord Telaranea.” Mora lowered her head, not daring to breathe too hard.

Telaranea raised his eyebrows. He glanced at the opponent’s pocket casually and let out a casual sigh.

“I want to make a deal with you,” Mora didn’t seem to have her usual tone and sounded extraordinary docile. “You may have heard of us— ‘Sancho’s Grey Fox’.”

“’Sancho’s Gray Fox’,” Telaranea pressed his forehead. “I have a bit of an impression. An assassin who refuses to see people… But if my information is correct, the gray fox should be a man.”

“I’ll never lie to you, my Lord. We, yes, the two of us can be your swords and help you get rid of anyone cleanly,” Mora’s tone became softer, as if she wasn’t talking to a moody superior demon, but a fragile human baby. “We only need a word from you.”