"Target… Where is the target?" a blonde-haired beauty said coldly.
She was wearing a white satin dress, and she looked around the night capital city of Undrasil Kingdom. She was lost and couldn't find her supposed target.
"Miss, are you lost?" An old man asked her. He was supporting himself with a cane.
"Y-Yes… I can't find my target," the blonde-haired beauty replied with a red face.
Her cool face broke as panic filled her mind. She doesn't know how to find her target in this crowded city. She had already been looking around for several days. For some reason, she couldn't detect her target.
"Target? Are you perhaps an assassin?"
The old man widened his eyes and stared at her in disbelief.
Hearing his words, her cold face quickly returned.
"I'm not."
"Hmmm… How about a deal?" the old man asked her as a grin slowly appeared on his face. He believed that she was an actual assassin.
"A deal?"
