A Whole New World

A type of truce had been declared between Zon and Lince, once they both realized that they had a common enemy. This was all because Zon could tell if Lince was lying or not through the system.

Even with his face covered in bandages, the system was still advanced enough to pick up on other factors to give him the information they needed. Not only that, but it also made him aware of just who the other person was—the head of the Lost Clan, one of the biggest clans in the Demonic Faction.

The two had gathered in the captain's hold on the ship and had shared some alcohol that was left on board. As they sat down, they talked to each other because they both had the same destination. It very well meant that they could be after the same thing.

"So you are after this item on behalf of Belil?" Zon asked as he lightly pressed his fingertips against his empty glass.