“So what now?”0

A Fingill could splash very aggressively in water. In just a second, the bathtub was emptied. The Black Witch had to refill it under the Paladin’s order.0

“If anyone sees us, they’ll think I’m the bad one. I also helped you clear the quest,” the Black Witch grumbled.0

The Paladin just sighed in resignation, as if she was used to the Black Witch’s shamelessness. “What did you call me here for? Do you need my Lie Detector?”0

“I told you that’s not the case. What I need is your musical talent, not your Skill.”0

“My musical talent?” the Paladin asked with a frown.0

The Black Witch nodded. “Yup, you played a lot of instruments before you joined the Watchmen League. You made a lot more than your current salary in the league, right? Didn’t you rake in a lot of cash?”0

“That is so old news… That was before I even got my title.”0

I was confused. The Paladin was the Rank 7 Hunter and the assistant leader of the Watchmen League, in charge of setting order in Ascension City. Since the position of league leader was vacant after the Sword Star announced his retirement, the Paladin was now the leader. I knew she was a Venezuelan refugee and that she majored in music, but that was it. Like my other colleagues, the Paladin didn’t really talk about her past, so I knew very little about her.0

“Raked in money? What are you two talking about?” I asked. 0

“It’s nothing. It’s all in the past.”0

“This isn’t common knowledge, but she made money through jazz concerts.”0

Despite the Paladin’s efforts to gloss over the topic,...0