Honeybee’s gaze flicked up and down Uijae, her eyes filled with suspicion. A good posture to have—suspicion was a necessary skill for any Hunter. Uijae extended his bare hand, as if inviting her to check for herself.

However, instead of easing, the killing intent in the air only intensified, pricking at his skin.

"Don’t let your guard down. Do you want to die?" Honeybee snapped sharply. The shadow that had been moving behind her came to an abrupt stop. She didn’t lower her rapier, instead stepping back to increase the distance between them. There was no choice. Uijae raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"It’s me, Honeybee."

But she wasn’t about to be convinced that easily. With a mocking snort, she pressed the rapier closer.

"Just because someone wears a mask doesn’t mean they’re J. Do you know how many impostors are out there?"

"......"