Whoever it was clearly had resources and one particular person kept surfacing in his mind but he wasn't fully certain yet if it was him or someone else.
That annoyed him even more than dealing with these pests. Honestly, he was getting tired of cleaning up after these repeated assassination attempts.
His gaze instinctively drifted towards Blanca who was carving peacefully.
Back then, Blanca had been nothing more than an empty, detached, and emotionless little cub that only knew how to survive.
But seeing how she was finally starting to enjoy life?
How she laughed, complained, threatened people over vegetables, bullied her 'friends' daily, and terrorized entire classes?
How she was full of life and craziness?
He had no intention of allowing anyone to ruin that.
He stood up, quietly walked towards her, and without interrupting her carving, gently patted her head.
"You're disturbing my artistic flow," she said without looking up.
"You mean your destruction process?"
