Chapter 8 – The Monologuing Identity(2)
Translator: Seven
Luck.
It was pure luck that helped me evade the old man’s attack.
“Hmm?!”
The Sword Saint’s eyes widened slightly. Perhaps, in his eyes, I was a tremendous master. So after I dodged his attack, he immediately jumped away, expecting a counterattack. What he probably didn’t expect was that I would be fiercely rolling on the ground.
“Swo-, Sword Saint-nim. Wait. Please listen to me for a moment.”
It didn’t matter if I died. I wanted to die after all. No, what mattered was if I could fix the misconception that the Sword Saint had, then die. That way, I could avoid useless confrontations in the future.
“I’m an F-class hunter…”
“You dodged my sword. You must be a high-end assassin huh?”
“Ah! Is this old geezer deaf?!”
This was horrible. Instead of clearing up the misunderstanding, it was just getting worse.