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"..."

Looking at the speechless Assassin in front of him, Ian thought she would say something.

But what the man didn't expect was that after waiting for such a long time, all he got in the end was a compliment.

"Amazing--"

“They actually blocked it all.”

"..."

Ian wondered if he had heard something wrong.

The Assassin who had just attacked him was actually talking to him in such a tone now?

Are you dreaming?

No.

No.

It definitely couldn't be a dream.

Because Mary was twisting her back and "questioning" herself in words that sounded quite subtle.

"Isn't this another 'lover' you met somewhere?"

"..."

"No, do you think this is possible?" the man couldn't help but fight back.

"It's very likely." Meili's voice was relentless. "If this Assassin is really your 'lover', then wasn't his attack on me justified?"

"I see—someone is jealous of me. What a happy feeling."

"..."

Forget it.

I still can't take Mary's train of thought too seriously - this guy thinks differently from ordinary people. If I take it too seriously, I will definitely get into trouble.

"so--"

"Are you really okay?"

Assassin's words brought Ian back from his uncontrollable complaints about Mary.

"You were clearly hit by my poison, but nothing happened to you. You just bled."

"..."

Hearing Assassin mention this issue again, Ian realized that this might be an opportunity to find out why the other party suddenly attacked him and Mary.

After pondering for a moment, he poured out the reason he had just understood.

"Your poison may be very strong."

"but--"

"A long time ago, someone more powerful than you hurt me with a deeper poison."

"Perhaps... by that time, I had become immune to all poisons, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Mary looked at the man in front of her, and after hesitating for a while, she chose to hug him from behind.

But Ian couldn't pay too much attention to the flower magician behind him at this moment.

because--

The Assassin in front of him made even more astonishing moves.

The moment the man gave his reason, he threw away all the daggers and took off his mask.

She was a girl with brown skin, who looked very healthy.

"What the first generation said is correct—"

"There are indeed people in this world who are not afraid of me!"

"please!"

As she said this, she ran to Ian and took the man's hand with an even more aggressive attitude than before.

"Please accept everything about me! Be my master!"

779. Hassan is a cute girl?! / Her name is Sayaka (4k)

"..."

"..."

Ian and Mary looked at each other, their eyes looking a little confused.

"Owner--"

The Flower Magician grabbed the man's hand, looking very concerned.

"What have you done—could it be that she already knows how big you are?"

"Meli, stop joking like that."

"Oh... then I won't open it."

"..."

Although Mary no longer joked about this matter, Ian's concern was increasing rapidly.

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The man looked at the girl approaching him, first gently pulled her hand away from the back of his hand, and then took a few steps back until he was at a relatively safe distance from her.

At the same time, Ian was still protecting Mary behind him - even though he knew she might not actually need such protection.

"What the hell is going on with you... Why were you thinking of killing us just now... and now you're like this again."

"Speak out—"

Ian pointed the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) at the girl in front of him, his eyes showing great vigilance, without a trace of relaxation.

"Otherwise, we probably wouldn't even have the opportunity to communicate like this."

"..."

Looking at the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) pointing at him, the Assassin, who was just thinking of a way to attack Meli, now raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault—I shouldn't have been so reckless in attacking you."

"So... forgive me!"

"..."

It was a straightforward apology, and the slightly nervous expression on the girl's light brown face showed that she wasn't lying.

"Forgiveness may be possible."

The man said this, and then temporarily retracted the sword of Victory (Excalibur) - of course, as long as he wanted, he could use it again at any time with unimaginable speed, and then, under Meili's guidance, stab the opponent with accurate precision.

"But you should at least tell us why—that would be a reasonable apology, right?"

"Ok!"

Sensing that Ian's attitude had relaxed a little, the Assassin nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood what he meant.

However, she pointed to the sun above her head, indicating that it seemed to be too hot at noon.

"How about we talk somewhere else?"

"it is good."

Ten minutes later, led by Assassin, Ian and Mary arrived at a nearby hut.

I have to say that the temperature here is indeed much cooler than outside.

But Ian did not let down his guard, but asked Mary to always pay attention to the flow of magic around her - after all, no one could tell whether the Assassin who was communicating with him in a friendly manner now would suddenly turn around and take out the dagger again.

but……

All this seems to be just excessive speculation on the part of men.

Because Mary did not feel any abnormality in the magic, on the contrary, she found this place much safer than other places.

"No problem—she really did take us to a place to rest."

"..."

"Really?" The man frowned slightly. "If that's the case, that would be great."

At this moment, there was a click and the door was opened again.

The Assassin walked towards the two of them, holding a bowl of fruit soaked in cold water.

"Let's eat something—it must have taken a lot of energy to walk all the way here."

"These fruits...consider them as my apology to you!"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything, but glanced at Mary.

The latter also understood and quickly examined the fruit in front of him - the result was naturally that there was no problem.

Assassin is really here to apologize!

"Oh...put it down then."

"it is good."

Assassin showed a happy expression, and it was obvious that she was very grateful that her apology was accepted.

"Use it slowly."

Ever since——

The fruit was placed on the table next to Ian and Mary.

Looking at the thing in front of him, the man took a symbolic bite, and then asked questions intentionally or unintentionally.

"anyway--"

"I still don't know your name."

"Oh, yes!"

The Assassin scratched his face, looking embarrassed.

At this moment, she was as shy as a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. She was completely different from the murderous look she had before.

"I am Hassan of Tranquility—of course, this name was not given to me by myself, but was given to me by the First Master."

"I don't really like this name, but I can't just throw it away. I'll get scolded to death."

"you……"

The Assassin pointed a finger at himself and continued.

"You can call me Sayaka."

"Sayaka..." Ian muttered the name, feeling that it sounded a little familiar, even vaguely like he had seen it somewhere before.

But the man knew that now was not the time to delve into the origin of the name.

He nodded and soon followed Sayaka's example, explaining himself.

"I'm Ian Pendragon."

"Her words—" Ian looked at Merry, "It's Merry Pendragon."

"be mine……"

"It's his ex-wife, current wife, and future wife—meaning his former wife, current wife, and future wife."

She calls him master in private, but once someone asks a question, she will actively call herself Mrs. Ian if she can.

Ian felt helpless about Mary's little thoughts, but he could accept them.