Kieran's words faded but no one appeared, as though Kieran's Intuition was wrong for the first time.
Kieran who was sitting on the sofa showed a smile.
"You see, I said that I was willing to have a talk but you yourself gave up on the chance. I think some others that want to know the location of Holy Thorn Grail might pay me a decent price," Kieran said slowly.
This time, before he finished, a figure sprung out from the inner room.
The figure was fast and a cold glare flashed over their hand.
A small dagger was pushed up to Kieran's neck in an instant.
The sharp iron aura from the blade caused goosebumps on Kieran's neck while he went along with the figure's intimidating manner and raised his hands up.
"See, we still can talk face to face," Kieran said without changing his smile.
"I don't think you have enough leverage! Speak your goals!"
The figure lowered their pitch and growled at Kieran.
