"Task..."
Gazing at the person in front of her, Little Lamb's eyes reflected confusion and fear, uncontrollably shuffling backward.
Seeing her reaction, Night Ten put away the bloodstained knife and scratched his helmet.
"Don't be scared by my appearance, I'm actually a good guy... uh, alright, I know that's not very convincing."
Had it been him, if someone went on a killing spree in his neighborhood one day, grabbed his arm, and told him to come along, he'd probably wet himself too.
That the girl hadn't burst into tears showed that her mental resilience wasn't bad at all.
However, the problem was that regarding the current situation, he really didn't know how to explain it—he himself was utterly baffled.
According to the original plan, he should have arrived at the servant quarters not far away by carriage. After getting off, he'd sneak to the pavilion undetected and whisk the person away.
But things had deviated from the initial plan right from the start.
