A few days passed peacefully, Kai continued his usual routine, with Lina ofcourse tagging with him as always.
Then, one day—
"Are you sure?" Kai asked, sitting stiffly on a wooden chair, leaning forward with his arms crossed. His brow arched slightly behind the black mask he wore.
Across from him, Dante chuckled, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. "Why do you think I'll joke when talking about serious work?"
Kai tapped a finger on his armrest. "One hundred gold for this task?" he repeated, voice dry. "Either you've gone crazy, or I'm missing something important. I'm young, weak, inexperienced. Why would you pick me for this?"
Dante smirked, clearly amused. "There's a reason I chose you, kid."
He leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Or is this sudden self-doubt because you got your ass handed to you by that brat Ghost in the tournament?"
Kai's brow twitched, but he kept his composure. "How do you know about that?"
