It was the sixth day of the conference.
William, Anne, Burned Cinder, and Diablo had advanced to the semi-finals, but Alec had been eliminated.
Was that an indication of moral degeneration or the distortion of human nature?
At this time, the depressed Alec sat beside William, hoping that the prince would console him. Even touching his hair like what William had done to Annie's hair would be sufficient.
William understood his intention. He placed his hand on Alec's head.
Alec looked on with anticipation.
Pa!
But what came was a very hard slap.
Then William gently pinched Annie's cheeks and ignored her struggling and slapping. He tilted his head and smiled. "What's the big deal with not getting to the semi-finals? Assassins don't belong to the arena, which is for direct confrontation. Have you seen assassins confronting warriors before?
"And you have to remember.
"Failure is the road to success.
