In one of the rooms inside an inn in Mabia was two people sitting across each other. The young man wore nothing but a bathrobe while the young woman wore her battle attire. Her sword was hidden yet her eyes showed how sharp it was. Despite being in the presence of such a capable woman, the young man didn't feel any sense of nervousness, all he could feel was the warm tea running through his throat.
"Ah, such a bland tea, I don't feel anything but water inside my mouth," said the young man before putting the cup on the table.
"Answer my question, Lyon, stop stalling," said the woman with her eyes sharpened.
"Yes, I killed him," answered Lyon.
The woman suddenly stood and cupped her hand, "Then I offer my gratitude."
Lyon was surprised at this weird twist. He expected some retaliation or at least some questions but not direct gratitude.
"You must be confused as to why I did this."
