Blayn fell silent, and the atmosphere beca slightly awkward.
He really didn’t need the blanket, but he hadn’t expected Kuro to be so concerned about him. She probably thought his body was still weak from using two Teigus at once.
“I don’t know what to say... but thank you.”
After thinking it over, that was all Blayn could manage.
Hearing no response from Kuro, he assud she had actually fallen asleep this ti. But that wasn’t the case.
Kuro was simply too shy to reply. She wasn’t oblivious—she understood that her actions were a bit bold. But after everything Commander Blayn had done for her today, she couldn’t just let him go to sleep and risk catching a cold.
“Good night.”
Blayn didn’t overthink it. He said good night and went straight to sleep.
A while later, Kuro waited until she was sure Blayn had dozed off before whispering near his ear, “Good night...”
Blayn had indeed fallen asleep, but Kuro’s movent stirred him awake again. However, he only opened his eyes briefly, making no other movents.
...
The night passed without incident.
At dawn, Blayn and Kuro set out on their mounts and returned to the Imperial Capital. For breakfast, they made do with the dry rations they had brought along.
By midday, they arrived back in the capital.
After returning the mounts, Blayn turned to Kuro. “Are we heading straight back to base, or do you want to take a walk around the city? Our leave doesn’t end for another two days.”
“If possible, I’d like to have lunch here,” Kuro answered without hesitation.
The Assassination Unit usually ate at the base canteen, and it was only during missions that they had the chance to dine out at restaurants or taverns. Compared to those places, the base’s food was much more diocre.
“Alright, pick a restaurant you like,” Blayn said.
After spending the past few days with her, he had realized that Kuro was a bit of a foodie. It wasn’t hard to guess that she wasn’t exactly fond of the base’s als.
Kuro quickly chose a restaurant, drawn in by the rich aroma of at wafting from within.
“This way, we have open seats,” a waiter greeted them upon entry.
Blayn handed Kuro the nu. “Order whatever you want.”
The restaurant served a variety of dishes, including ones made from Danger Beasts as well as more common ho-style als.
Kuro imdiately ordered ten at dishes—and that still might not be enough for her.
Blayn, on the other hand, opted for a much simpler al: one at dish, one vegetable dish, a bowl of soup, and two servings of white rice.
“Would you like any alcohol? Or just plain water?” the waiter asked.
“Just water,” Blayn replied casually.
Ten minutes later, the food started arriving.
As they ate, a striking young woman with golden hair and eyes, a curvaceous figure, and revealing attire walked past them. She took a seat behind Kuro and ordered several bottles of alcohol.
At first, Blayn didn’t pay her any mind. However, his peripheral vision soon caught her glancing at him and Kuro.
Seated across from Kuro, Blayn could just barely see the blonde woman from the corner of his eye. His instincts were sharp—where an ordinary person might dismiss it as nothing, he remained cautious.
Of course, there was always the possibility that he was being overly alert.
Regardless, Blayn made a ntal note of her presence while maintaining a completely natural deanor, continuing his al as usual.
Kuro, on the other hand, was oblivious to the woman behind her. She was too focused on the at in front of her to notice anything else.
However, Blayn’s instincts proved to be right.
The blonde woman was actually Leone, a mber of the assassin group Night Raid. She had co to the capital for a drink as usual but happened to run into Blayn and Kuro at the restaurant.
More notably, she imdiately recognized Kuro as Aka’s younger sister.
Which ant the young man sitting across from her was most likely a mber of the Empire’s Assassination Unit as well.
That realization led Leone to observe them more closely—an action that did not go unnoticed by Blayn.
“Oh no, I think I've been spotted...”
At that mont, Leone vaguely sensed that she might have been noticed and couldn't help but think to herself.
Fortunately, she had never exposed her identity as a mber of Night Raid. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be strolling so openly through the streets of the Imperial Capital every day.
“Well, whatever. I'll just finish my drink and leave.”
With that thought, she continued drinking as if nothing had happened. She no longer paid any attention to Blayn and Kuro—moving around in broad daylight, especially in a crowded place like this, was too risky for soone like her.
If her identity were exposed here, it would only bring trouble.
Let alone a fight—Aka had warned them before that Kuro was extrely dangerous, and as for the other young man's strength, it was still unknown. Leone definitely wouldn't act recklessly.
...
Sure enough, ten at dishes weren’t enough for Kuro—she ended up ordering two more.
“You should be full now, right?” Blayn asked.
“Yeah, let's go.”
After taking her last bite, Kuro got up, ready to leave.
Blayn suddenly realized that despite eating so much, Kuro didn’t look the slightest bit full.
Not to ntion, her figure was incredibly slim—completely at odds with her massive appetite.
Where did all that food even go?
A mystery with no explanation.
“Before we go, at least get rid of the rice on your face.”
Blayn noticed a grain of rice stuck near Kuro’s cheek and pointed it out.
Even though she had already wiped her mouth, that tiny piece had sohow survived.
“Where is it? Help take it off.”
When it ca to eating, Kuro was completely unfazed.
Expressionless, she even asked Blayn to remove it for her.
Without hesitation, Blayn reached out and plucked the tiny grain of rice from her face. Just as he was about to casually flick it into the trash...
“Wait.”
Kuro stopped him.
“What?” Blayn asked, slightly puzzled.
The next mont, Kuro grabbed his wrist, leaned in, and gently took the grain of rice from his fingertip with her lips.
“Food shouldn’t be wasted.”
She spoke in a deadpan voice, her face blank as ever.
Blayn was montarily stunned—he hadn’t expected that at all. His expression stiffened slightly.
The warmth of her lips still lingered on his fingertips.
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