Juan took a look at the condition of the fallen knights. They were killed so swiftly that they did not even have the chance to scream.

For Anya to be able to kill the knights who had been wearing heavy armor so quickly meant that her skills were way better than expected.

‘It might even be because of the clothes she’s wearing.’

Anya now wore a black leather armor that was easy to move in, different from what she had on before. A faint trace of mana could be felt from it.

“I thought something happened here because the fog was so thick. Did you like my goodwill gesture, boy?” Anya asked.

“Is that the only way you know how to show your goodwill?” Juan refuted.

“That’s because it didn’t seem like you’d enjoy sweets,” Anya responded.

Juan remained silent as Anya swung her stiletto to shake off the blood on it and put it back into its sheath.

“I watched what you did just now. I thought you would kill the knight but you stopped. These jerks are the dogs of the empire; there’s no need to spare their lives. That thick bloodlust that came out of you was real, so why did you spare him? Did you feel sympathy for him at the last moment?”

Juan stayed silent.

“You don’t have to answer me since I like how you don’t speak a lot. But I never imagined you to be the...