"You killed her because she easily gained your trust?"
"Yes."
The old steward stared slackjawed at the young man in front of him. The look of slight regret on his face while Alvira's blood dripped from the sword in his hand, painted a contrasting picture.
'He is a great threat to the greater picture,' the steward couldn't help but conclude.
Hex didn't know nor care about the man's thoughts. He honestly killed the woman because of the trust she generated in him. Hex knew himself too well. To this day he struggled to trust the girl he liked completely. So, why would he trust a woman he barely knew?
He could analyze and find a way to break whatever technique she used but why would he take his chance? Hex didn't think he was overly smart. Instead of taking risks, he ended the source.