How far?
"Is something the matter?" Samur asked in Azell's voice.
Of course, he didn't forget to smile like a victor when he said that.
This smile was always effective.
That's when it dawned on Tristan. The pieces inside his mind clicked and formed the complete picture.
"So… it has always been you."
"Exactly, Mr. Kidnapper," Samur winked. "It has always been me."
Get pranked, big gurl.
Also, Lecia was still crying as the knife was still in her arm. But Samur and Tristan seemed to occupied with themselves to pay any mind to her.
As she had feared, the kidnappers were using Lecia.
"B-but… why would you do that?" Tristan asked in stupefaction.
His confusion was understandable.
Tristan's first impression of Samur was a piece of shit who didn't care for, or hated even, Lecia.