The dungeon had been quiet for a while, until Belicia spoke up again:
"So, on the night of your decisive battle with Black Sword, what exactly happened?"
Lance II's eyes shifted.
"They say you joined the Dark Street Brotherhood, but what? Black Sword didn't tell you?"
"Black Sword kept silent about that battle," Belicia sniffed, "As for other sources, Lance's lackeys almost praised him to the skies, barely stopping short of inflating 'Zhenzhan Blood Vial Gang Leader' to 'Zhenzhan the entire Blood Vial Gang.'
At this point, the woman was weighed down by her thoughts.
Moreover, after that battle, Black Sword scarcely showed himself again.
He seemed to have overnight grasped the essence of life and drifted away, becoming a legend who lived only in myth.
No matter how wildly the Dark Street Brotherhood expanded and extolled his deeds, they worshipped him devoutly.
Lance II furrowed his brow.
"So, is this question from that big shot outside, or is it your own curiosity?"
