"You can rest easy, Miss Minerva," King said. A faint smile on his lips. "We're here to handle this."
"Can you even handle it?" Diana asked, her arms crossed as her gaze swept over the group, as though assessing their capabilities. "That despicable man has killed every Hunter who's gone after him so far."
"Every Hunter except me," King replied.
Diana's eyes narrowed as she studied him. Was this confidence genuine, or was he simply trying to impress her and Minerva, just as he had just an hour ago?
"You can trust us," King spoke up. "There's no need to involve other Guilds for a third-rate criminal."
"We're not calling Guilds to handle this," Diana shook her head. "We're reaching out to private Hunters to ensure the job gets done. After that, we'll leave."
'This is worse', King thought.
"What exactly do you mean by 'private Hunters'?" Reynold asked politely.
