A Dream

"Looks like it went well."

When he returned to his bedroom, Akira was sitting on the edge of the mattress, with a leg crossed over the other and arms folded. The look in her eyes, when she started at Varian, was one of disdain and…suspicion.

"You killed the two peak rank 2s that day. But to think you're actually a rank 3…you hid well." Akira's gaze was piercing, like a scientist's gaze toward an experimental monkey.

"You don't seem worried about it." Without much worry, Varian sat right next to her and said.

Akira's brows furrowed and she scowled at him.

H-How dare he? How dare he sit next to her and talk like an equal?

"Do you really think I won't kill you? Your job is done and that means, your use is over." She clutched Varian's neck before he could react and leaned her face toward his.

Her crimson eyes gazed into his pitch-black eyes and a thick killing intent enveloped Varian.