It had been exactly a week since I killed Juno.
On the surface, the guild remained quiet, and the dust seemed to have settled. Humans were surprisingly adaptable creatures. Give them enough time, and they'd learn to live with almost anything. Even murder. Especially when the victim wasn't particularly loved.
However, a shift in the atmosphere had become impossible to ignore.
It was Kirian's gaze.
Kirian Meije was watching me.
His gaze wasn't like the others. When Charlotte was gone and Juno turned up dead, the rest of the guild looked at me with pity. They saw a fragile, grieving girl who had lost her teammates.
But Kirian? His eyes were narrow, calculating, and entirely devoid of warmth.
Hmmm. He's already suspicious of me.
That man is smart. Exceptionally sharp. The complete opposite of the three absolute morons we used to have in this party.
Charlotte was emotional, Juno was impulsive, and Clyde was a narcissistic idiot who thought the entire world revolved around him.
