The First Day of the Escape
"I went through all that trouble to kill a vampire, and then my employer tricked me into throwing my life away before I even got paid. Is that reasonable?"
Faced with the question from the elf witch beside him, Poit, the Federation's number-one assassin, thought for a moment and nodded. "That's not reasonable."
So he wrote his employer's name in his little notebook. There was plenty of time. Ten years wouldn't be too late.
The Nth Month of the Escape
"I finally managed to build a long-term relationship with a new employer, and then they suddenly got killed by the target of a mission. This..."
"That's not reasonable."
Poit, now used to this, opened his notebook, only to realize he'd need a much bigger one to keep track of all his enemies.
