I am not worried. No matter how hard he assured himself, Mark did not feel any better with the developments.

It was not something he struggled with himself to settle on — he just could not bring himself to understand why this weirdo would stand by his door to listen in to his conversation when he had told her off earlier. He was just surprised by her actions, and worried for her mental health.

The girl hurried up to her feet, avoiding stumbling back into that awkward position twice as she got her composure corrected. She turned to the silent Vysla, curiosity shining in her eyes, ignoring it all and locking on to the visibly disturbed woman before her, an awkward smile on her face.

“I apologise for my bad manners. My name is Miele! I wanted to take your advice and leave, but I was very interested in our guest and decided to just wait until you were done — with uh, whatever it is you were doing. I just couldn’t imagine that she was this beautifu—“

Before she could finish her speech, Miele felt a hand land on her shoulders, and nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. She turned to see Mark staring down upon her with a smile drawn over his face. She returned an awkward smile, knowing what she should do in this situation.

Our?

"You see, ehehe, as I was just happening to pass by your barracks I decided to pay a visit to the both of you. Of course, I had no bad intentions, and I did not initially plan on eavesdropping! I had no other choice than to try after you rudely shut the door in my face." Miele explained, an awkward smile on her face, and beads of sweat rolling down the side of her face.

What she just committed could be counted as an invasion of a comrade's privacy, and if he were to report her — there would be no way she could escape the ultimate penalty of jail time. Trust is a core of any society, and if she was found to harbour ideas that went against this, then she’d have to get therapy — in distant isolation from all life.

Mark smiled sweetly. The walls of the room could house two dead bodies and was good for the blocking of sound waves — not as little as the door, of course. He expected her to have heard a lot that — although not too incriminating — would still be annoying to deal with if word got out.

“I know you heard a lot and it is a true pity, as I did have any issues with you. I can stage a silent and painless accident to silence you, but of course, that idea would be for animals or idiots with the inability to keep their mouths shut.” Mark lifted his hand from her shoulders, stepped back and then he drew his sword calmly, “Trust me; you would not even feel a thing.”

Miele staggered back in shock. She had heard some things, but were they so secret that Mark was going to kill her for it? She did not know if he was bluffing or not, but either way, her life was on the line! This was so terrifying, but Miele had to act fast, and intelligently or she could get decapitated!

Miele backed away from Mark, watching for any opportunities to run away from him. Before she could take any action, Mark took a step forward, and in a flash of light, an eyelash came falling from Miele’s right eye. With this, Miele stood frozen in place, watching as Mark approached her, a strange gleam in his eyes.

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"I said trust me. I am a professional in taking down targets painlessly without leaving a trace of blood. You wouldn't even know you have been slain, I promise." Mark approached Miele who stood terrified, his eyes gleaming in a cold light. She looked like the kids who bullied him, when he could no longer bear their annoyance and punched one into the air. Mark always felt bad for them.

They were so weak, so pitiful just like him — yet instead of finding a way to become stronger and break out of their pathetic shell they busied themselves with worthless ideals. His current action was nothing but an act to terrify the target into silence, and she was was already shaken in mere seconds.

"I swear I won't say anything — what am I saying? I swear I never heard anything! If you kill me now, then my ghost will haunt you forever. I should still have a long life ahead of me; I don't want to die here." Miele was terrified, but she wanted to believe that there wasn’t a way Mark would kill her.

Not for this.

Vysla watched all these from the sidelines, amused. She made sure not to say anything, so as not to spoil the fun both of them seemed to be having. She returned her focus to the metallic ball of fur she had seen earlier and was stunned to see it had begun to move slightly.

“Meow…”

Mark turned in the direction of the sound he heard at a fast speed and he killed his murderous facade. Miele shifted her head to the side, and her eyes widened seeing the beautiful girl holding a cute cat in her hands, and she turned to Mark: he had completely ignored her!

Mark’s jaw dropped to the ground. He wondered if someone had cast some sort of illusion over him or if he was not seeing correctly. How dare this woman to touch Miele — eliminate at once! The fierce gleam in his eyes froze. Why wasn’t Nyra protesting? Did she enjoy this girl’s company?

Shaken, Mark turned to Miele, his sword grasped tight in his hands, watching as she stepped back with the awkward smile returning to her face. She wondered if he would leave her if she promised to take their secrets with him to the grave! Yes! No one would believe her if she spoke up anyway.

None of it was her business anyway as it was mostly supposed to be dealt with by the higher-ups and not a teenager with no backing. If she were to disappear, not many people would care enough to look into the mystery of her disappearance. She would rather not put Mark in trouble, and live life.

"I swear I won't tell anybody! I never heard anything here in the first place, and I just happened to slip and fall over into your room the second you opened your door." Miele threw her hands up into the air, her voice barely a whisper. She hoped repeating it hallucinated her into believing.

"You swear on your life?" Mark loosened the grip he had on the hilt of his sword, wondering if she was trying any means possible to escape or was being honest. He had no intentions of actually slaughtering her as he did not have the heart to do so, or the ability to stomach the aftermath. This was why, worse came to worst, he would kill her and spill as little blood as possible.

"On my life? If that would make you feel better, but sadly you can't ask me to swear my life to something I know not a thing about!" Miele wore a wry smile on her face, wishing that it could all end now that she had assured Mark. After this, she would go home and lay low for a long while.

"Hmm, then there's no reason to kill you anymore. It warms my heart to see that there are still people out in the world willing to pay for their crimes. I hope you never do this again.” Mark could not understand why she would even create such a hobby for herself.

There were a lot of strange people in this world, and he knew that he would get to meet more of but first, he needed to chase this one out of his barracks so he could observe the sanguinexus. He’d be better off not worrying about another soul as he carried out this duty.

“Thank you for releasing me!” The second Mark sheathed his blade; Miele spun around and darted for the door at full speed. She did not even bother turning back to see if he had changed his mind or not. Running away before Mark could blink twice.

“Tsk.”