He seemed not to resist at all, simply spreading his hands and calmly saying, "What else then, Miss Knight?
"—The things in the promotion ceremony are fake. The buildings are fake, the earth is fake, and the people inside are fake too. Everything is just stage props, like ritual materials."
Facing Hayna's questioning, the man calmly spoke, pulling out a cigar from his chest, lighting it with a flame from his finger, then extinguishing it, exhaling a wisp of smoke.
When he opened his eyes, the honest and reliable demeanor instantly transformed into the majesty of a gang leader.
"And, haven't you gotten something wrong, 'Miss Knight'?"
The man's voice was deep and murky, possessing an indisputable firmness and an undeniable weariness: "We are enemies, aren't we?
