Chapter 5: Strength
Manson's satisfaction only lasted for a moment. His heart skipped a beat the next moment, realizing he had said something he shouldn't have. The satisfaction was short-lived, but the price he might pay for it was steep.
He gave a quick glance around and rushed away, hoping that no one would mind what he had said too much.
What he didn't expect was to be called for a meeting just a few hours later—and by an even more unexpected person at that.
Silver Assassin Raiden sat in a simple wooden chair, his clothing prim and formal, as though preparing to attend a ball. He crossed one leg over the other as Manson walked in, looking up with a calm gaze.
The accommodations for Silver Assassins were beyond that of Bronze ones by a good measure, but Manson didn't dare to look around and confirm. The Bronze Assassin stared right at Raiden's feet, not looking up even once.
"I've heard that the Greycoat mission has been completed?"
"Uh—yes, yes."
Manson hurried to nod, almost feeling that he was answering too slowly.
"And it's not by Bronze Assassin Lyn?"