“Would you help me kill the commander of the knight order?”
Yeomyeong’s first reaction to the sudden murder request was rejection.
No matter what the reward was, he had no intention of staining his blade with blood for some gangster. That wasn’t what he’d gained his power for.
Especially if the target was Sancho’s superior.
Yeomyeong replied that he had no interest in taking part in some crime syndicate’s coup. Sancho gave a bitter smile—and began to tell a story.
The story of a director abandoned by the world, decades ago.
And when that story ended, Yeomyeong couldn’t say a single word.
