Kael took a deep breath. The silence in the room stretched, until finally, a sigh escaped his lips. The sound was barely audible, but thick with exhaustion and impatience.
He looked up, fixing them on the Guild Master. His fingers tapped lightly on the leather of his bag, still stained with the Goblin Lord's blood.
"Whatever." His voice was firm, almost harsh. There was no hesitation, no beating around the bush. "Whether I'm a mage, a swordsman, an assassin, or whatever the hell it is."
The Master's eyes narrowed, but not in disapproval—in interest.
Kael continued, his voice lower now, but filled with an almost brutal sincerity:
"What matters is that the mission was accomplished. What mattered was the outcome. That monster is dead. The village is safe." He gave the bag a gentle shove, making her already lifeless head spin a little, like a grotesque reminder. "That's what matters."
