After choosing a vendor to buy breakfast from, I bought two big thin-skinned stead at buns. The shopkeeper helped pack them up in a paper bag and handed it over to .
While using it to warm my hands, I made a detour so that I would end up behind Shiloh.
She seed completely unaware of my presence, still staring off into space facing the street, watching the people outside the alleyway co and go in a daze.
There was simply no way the shabby clothes she was wearing could resist the current cold winds and her petite figure also wasnt one to weather the storms outside. Even though Aleya was already wandering outside holess at this age, she was at least able to et while growing up. Shiloh, on the other hand, is different since she gives off the feeling that shes a very antisocial existence who would bury everything deep within her heart.
I moved close to her ear and whispered:
What are you looking at?
Shiloh stabbed behind her; I dodged to the side and held up one of the stead at buns in her targeted area while I was at it. Shiloh, whose attack didnt go smoothly, retracted her dagger and grabbed the stead at bun off of the dagger. She held the bun, but was still looking out at the street outside.
I boasted with a laugh:
West-Resisting City is much different from the outside, right?
Shiloh nodded and began taking small bites out of the at bun in her hands. One bite later, the soup broth stained her ruddy lips and her cheeks bulged. Even though the expression on her face was still as apathetic as before, I could clearly sense that her mood had beco better. To use an analogy, its like soone with a cold face but theres a sweet pink background and flowers blooming behind her.
After Shiloh finished the stead bun, she lifted up her dainty hands, extended her fingers, moved them close to her mouth, and began gently licking them. Once she cleaned up all the spilled soup broth, she lowered her hands, lifted up her head, and looked at .
I was right in the middle of eating my stead bun. Upon seeing Shiloh look at , I offered my half-eaten bun to her, but she shook her head.
I finished my stead bun and licked my fingers just like Shiloh.
Shiloh suddenly asked:
Why do you not kill ?
Her voice was emotionless, as if she were stating sothing proper and to be expected as a matter of course.
I replied:
You wish to die?
Shiloh shook her head and quietly spoke with a trace of hesitation in her voice:
Now, I dont. In the past, it didnt matter.
Shiloh put her hands into her pockets, lowered her head, and gazed at an unremarkable pebble by her feet as she added:
Assassinations, poisoning, acquiring information, and when necessary, using my life in exchange for anothers. My life is worthless, its an honor for to be able to die for the organizationthis is the way I was taught.
Without looking at her, I questioned with both hands warming up in my sleeves:
But you are able to distinguish between good and evil.
Shiloh spoke in response:
There is no good or evil, only cold and warm.
I felt quite the surprise upon hearing these words coming out of her mouth. But after giving it so thought, I felt it was as things were as they should be. Its very hard to explicitly define the difference between good and evil, especially since those people who trained her into such an emotionless assassin from a young age might not necessarily have had pure malice in their hearts when doing so. Perhaps they hoped for Shiloh to beco a powerful assassin and made her go through devilish training with this in mind. This would indeed be unrelated to the concepts of good and evil, and more related to indifference and heartlessness.
I had nothing to say in response.
Shiloh lifted up her head and asked again:
Why do you not kill ?
I shot a question back in return:
You dont know why?
Shiloh moved away her line of sight and said:
I wont say anything.
After giving it so more thought, she added with a whisper:
And Im still trying my hardest to kill you. Its useless even if you treat well.
Yet she appeared quite uncertain when speaking those words.
So it was kind of cute to see.
How do I say it, its like grabbing a hamster youve raised and placing it in the palm of your hand. Then the hamster holds one of your fingers and ships out the appearance of Im really going to bite~! but doesnt really use any force behind its bite. This analogy isnt really suitable for this situation since Shilohs several assassination attempts were all serious. Its just that each passing ti, the attempt would beco less serious.
Take today, for example, the only thing she did was carelessly stab her dagger over. The speed was slow to the point that I had enough ti to place a stead bun in its trajectory.
I replied:
I wont ask you about things pertaining to yourself. While Im sure that I will know about them one day, Im certain that the information wont co from your mouth. As for why I havent killed you, just treat it as being hypocritical. Hypocritical, Holy Mother, whatever similar words can describe such an existencewhen all is done and said, I did approach you with an objective in mind; what Ive given you isnt so altruistic kindness.
Shiloh whispered:
Theres no need to insist on that. Whether youre being purely good to or if youre approaching with an objective in mine, I can see it for myselfusing these two eyes of mine.
Shilohs gaze floated towards the street outside and added with a level tone:
The cold, the warm; the right, the wrong; the black, the white of human emotions, these eyes are able to distinguish between them clearly.
For a mont, I lost all words for any sort of response. I rely felt heartache for how mature she was.
After thinking about it, I smiled:
Then you can just treat as a scumbag.
Shiloh tilted her head, looked up at , and asked:
Whats a scumbag?
I explained:
Its likemm, well, sothing like this.
I took off my coat and draped it on Shilohs shoulders. Shiloh grabbed my coat and looked at suspiciously.
With a laugh, I said:
I have a guard called Aleya, who, well, grew up with . Even though her figure isnt well-developed and her appearance can only be regarded as an upper-middle tier beauty, I just inexplicably like her. The type of like where Ill mindlessly spoil her. But with the premise of Aleya being present, Ill still show you my gentle side. Theres no need for to even ntion how Ill ingratiate myself with you. Currently, Im still hiding all of this from Aleya and eating stead buns with you early in the morning. This sort of situation is a case of being fickle in love and soone like is called a scumbag.
Shiloh nodded to indicate that she had morized the aning of those phrase and said:
Then from now on, Ill call you scumbag.
For soone like , whose face is as thick as a citys wall, I naturally didnt plan to haggle about what she called and indifferent responded:
Whatever you like.
Shiloh called out.
Scum, bag.
Mm.
Scumbag.
Mm?
Scuforget it. How would a person like you generally end up?
I scratched my head and replied casually:
Its hard to say. There are those that have their heads directly chopped off with a butchers cleaver, there are those who have died in various strange ways, but for a first offender like , I most likely wont be heading towards my death so soon. But in the future, perhaps Ill also be tied to a stake and burned to death while people shout go to hell! at .
I wanted to joke around to make her not dwell on the unpleasant subject and tease her into laughing. But I didnt expect that when my voice dropped, Shiloh suddenly shouted out loudly:
No!
I was taken aback by her abrupt mood swings. When I turned to look at her again, I found that she had already recovered her usual look. The only difference was that both her hands were curled up into tight fists as her petite body, wrapped up in my coat, trembled slightly.
A while later, she whispered with a hint of arrogance:
No one is allowed to kill you except .
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