An organization that is willing to risk everything for money.
If you walk by the river often enough, you'll get your feet wet.
Our enemies are scattered all over the country.
I just didn't expect my whereabouts to be exposed.
They are meticulous, cautious in every move.
But the girl had been hurt so badly that she didn't hesitate.
The sound of metal clashing echoed, and despite being seriously injured, Milia tried to remain strong.
She could still use the sword in her hand to block the incoming strikes.
But we were still outnumbered.
Martial arts: *Quick Strike.*
With the help of this skill, the opponent's sword pierced the girl with precision.
He then kicked her aside.
"She's just a brat, yet she's still thinking about revenge."
The girl had grown weak from the poison and her repeated wounds.
"Is she going to... die?"
Maybe I've been too impulsive in seeking revenge. Is it worth it?
But I finally discovered their whereabouts. If... no.
Or perhaps it doesn't make any sense at all.
"Dad, Mom, I can finally be by your side..."
The girl had lost all resistance, lying motionless on the ground, gazing at the sky.
"So beautiful... ah..."
In my quest for revenge, I gave up everything, but I was still too weak.
Having stopped struggling, she slowly closed her eyes, preparing to welcome 'salvation.'
The man let out a sigh of relief as he observed the girl lying on the ground.
"I thought she was strong, but she's just a little brat."
"Catapit, dispose of her body. Make sure you don't attract the attention of the patrol team."
"Yes, Boss."
The man slowly walked toward the girl, carefully sidestepping the little one who tried to strike at him.
"She looks decent like this, but... *tui*."
A mouthful of spit landed on the girl.
He didn't have time to waste on a brat like her, so he decided to dispose of her quickly and leave.
"Has revenge clouded your judgment?"
Genji, who had been watching from a distance, sneered.
Those who act on pure emotion will never accomplish anything great. Forget it, it's meaningless anyway.
Let's go...
But even as I wanted to leave, I couldn't help but notice that weak girl.
"Ah, this is so annoying. I shouldn't have come here if I'd known."
For the last time, I made my move.
"Hey, stop!"
Genji suddenly appeared in front of the man.
Looking down at the girl, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.
So young...
Genji's sudden appearance caught the two men off guard.
"Who... who are you?"
The man hadn't noticed how this guy appeared so quickly.
His instincts told him that this person was very dangerous.
"Me? I'm just a kind-hearted person passing by. I couldn't stand two men bullying a helpless young girl."
Tsk, as if a man could find an excuse to leave.
The girl seemed to hear a faint sound beside her ear... but she was too weak to respond.
Just making that noise took all her remaining strength.
"I... I..."
Genji glanced down and saw that the girl was on the verge of death.
He took out a bottle of red liquid from his waist pouch.
Squatting down, he poured the liquid into her mouth.
What happened next shocked the two men.
"Sir, we didn't want to make an enemy of you. After all, my good friend died at her hands."
"Even so, this girl must die. If you insist on stopping us, don't blame us for being rude."
This organization doesn't allow its presence to be exposed to the employer.
But death is not a simple thing.
However, Genji, who was fully focused on the girl, didn't care at all.
If he had been a step too late, she would have already died—and he couldn't bring the dead back to life.
A warm sensation?
Milia hesitated, wondering why her body felt so comfortable.
The pain had vanished.
Genji sighed with relief as he saw the girl slowly recovering.
He stood up and addressed the two men.
"Before I change my mind, you should leave now."
The two men looked at each other, puzzled. Was this guy really so confident?
But if they returned without completing their task, they would certainly die.
As they looked back at the girl, they were astonished to see her wounds healing at an impossible rate.
What was going on?
Even the best potions they had ever seen couldn't heal wounds this quickly.
"What on earth did you do?"
"It's just an ordinary recovery potion."
For people like them, issues could often be solved with a flick of the wrist.
But Genji didn't have the interest to waste time on such meaningless matters.
It would just become more troublesome.
"Impossible... I've never seen a potion with such a powerful healing effect."
The man stared in disbelief. It looked like she was coming back to life.
Her massive wound was covered by a faint light, and it slowly healed as though nothing had ever happened.
No, this guy must have more treasures like this.
If I can get my hands on them... I could make a fortune.
But this guy didn't look simple. He appeared to be only about twenty years old.
And he wasn't carrying any weapons...
Maybe it's worth a try.
"Sir, if you had saved this girl, I would've been in a very troublesome situation."
To ease Genji's mind, the man tried speaking to him in a friendly tone.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"No, no... I'm just saying that if my employer finds out, I'll die too."
Genji raised an eyebrow, surprised by the response.
"What does your death have to do with me?"
They didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, which only made them more irritated.
"How about this: If you give me a bottle of that potion, I'll forget about what just happened."
Seeing the sly smile on the man's face, Genji knew nothing good would come of this. But whatever.
Genji reached into his pocket and pulled out another bottle.
"Get lost now."
The man approached slowly, still smiling.
As the hand gestures concluded, the two men mentally recited their martial arts techniques, preparing to catch Genji off guard.
"Whoosh!"
"Ale?"