‘I found his trail.’
Those were the words General Yusa threw at Hongjeong.
How much time had even passed since the banquet ended, and he was already saying he’d found a trace?
The question did cross her mind, but to Hongjeong it wasn’t all that important.
What mattered here was—
‘You handle it.’
—that the General had given her the order.
And upon hearing it, rather than being surprised,
‘Oh my.’
she beamed and was delighted.
How could she not be pleased?
A mysterious assailant who had suddenly appeared and was going around dropping the Leaders.
She didn’t know who he was or how strong he might be.
White had already been taken, and Blue had been driven to the brink of death, or so they said.
That, too, didn’t matter.
One was an ignorant oaf, the other pathetically weak.
The one left was, if anything, a bastard who just rubbed her the wrong way.
Normally they were such petty fools she wouldn’t even get involved,…