Immediately the voice was heard, a stark coldness appeared on the man's face.
Slowly, he turned, only to see a white-haired boy, looking to be in his teens, standing between him and Raven with hands folded.
The man's eyes closed and twitched as he made out a sweet smile.
"Ayyyaaa, what is this? You didn't die?"
The man stated the obvious, slightly turning his head to Cal—who was the most shocked of them all.
It made no sense to him that Northern was alive. He felt the way his blade slashed across Northern's neck, he saw the blood and his deduction… it was correct.
With breaking, trembling eyes and voice, the despairing words rang out, "How? How did you do it?"
Northern looked at Cal with contempt but averted his gaze with no response. Right now, he was insignificant and undeserving of his response, not that he wouldn't give Cal his fair reward for deceiving him, but he had to deal with the bigger fish first.
