Hasya's body froze. His brain could not process what was actually happening. His heart pounded against his chest wall as if it wanted to jump out. A feeling of warmth and euphoria flowed through his veins.

Slowly Hasya closed his eyes. He leaned forward following the pull of Rasie's hand on his collar. His hands which previously hung in the air now moved hesitantly while gently holding Rasie's waist. He returned the kiss with the same pressure.

After a few seconds Rasie released her kiss roughly. She pushed Hasya's chest away until the young man's back staggered slightly.

Rasie lowered her head deeply. Her face turned bright red again all the way to the tips of her ears. She squeezed the fabric of her own trousers nervously and did not dare to look into Hasya's eyes.

"You better take responsibility for your words" she whispered softly. Her voice sounded shaky.

Hasya just stared blankly at Rasie's face. He touched his own lips with his index finger. His eyes blinked many times as if to make sure this was not a dream. "R ra rasie that just now..."

"Look forward!" Rasie shouted suddenly.

"H ha?"

"Look forward you fool!!! I am embarrassed asshole!! look forward!!!" Rasie covered her face with both palms. Her shoulders moved up and down holding back exploding embarrassment.

"Do not make me regret it!!!"

"Yes ma'am yes ma'am!!!" Hasya immediately turned forward with jerky movements like a broken robot. He pretended to focus on looking at the clumps of clouds in the distance. His hand slowly went back to touching his lips which Rasie had just kissed. A wide and stupid smile was clearly etched on his face which was facing the wind.

Rasie quickly looked toward Fyar Cyhas Zaefal and Illya. Her face was still as red as a ripe tomato. Her eyes stared sharply but were wet. She pointed her index finger toward them with a threat.

"Do not say anything!!!"

"Do not say anything!!!"

Fyar Illya Cyhas and Zaefal were startled. They simultaneously looked away. Fyar pretended to look at the owl's feathers. Zaefal stared at his own feet. Illya and Cyhas looked at the night sky while whistling silently.

Silence for a few seconds. Only the sound of the wind was heard.

"H-hasya were you not going to explain about assassin powers and your class?" Fyar asked trying to break the awkwardness. He scratched his cheek which did not itch while glancing at Hasya's back.

Cyhas and Illya nodded quickly. "Y yes I am curious too" Cyhas said.

"True! Oh yes that!" Illya agreed. She leaned her body slightly forward as if that topic was very interesting.

Hasya who was still smiling to himself like a crazy person woke up from his daydream. He shook his head vigorously to chase away the image of the kiss just now. "Oh yes right!!!"

He slowly faced backward again. He tapped his hands then tapped his own head to regain focus.

He then cleared his throat. "Ahem."

"So well assassin... Assassin..."

Hasya's face which was previously silly slowly turned serious. His gaze sharpened. "What do you know about assassins?"

Simple shadows shadow soldiers and agile... but in this world... I do not know... maybe the one I fought in the dungeon was an assassin? Because he used shadows no... the one who killed Kail was also from whitening... that woman was also an assassin... Fyar muttered in his heart. He narrowed his eyes remembering the details of the previous battle.

"From what I know and what I fought they are a class that uses shadows as their power... That is it and they are famous for their complicated leveling.." Zaefal said. He folded both hands in front of his chest.

"Yes that is true I once read that the assassin class is not allowed to give away their level up rituals if they tell they die" Illya said. She pulled her cloak tighter as if the air suddenly became colder.

Die?! Truly crazy... die... Fyar muttered in his heart.

"they quiet? Weirdos? Hmm oh well if they are not quiet they are annoying and retarded maybe" Rasie said. She still turned her face slightly to the side trying to hide the remaining red blush on her cheeks. "Especially the one who almost killed us ..ugh.."

"I still fucking hate that bitch"

"Tring Tring Tring!"

"Yes almost exactly right" Hasya said. He flicked his finger in the air.

"But well high level assassin power is more painful than that.."

"They can summon shadow soldiers up to hundreds or even thousands hm if their level is high it can be thousands..."

Hasya tapped his cheek with his index finger. "Oh and also they can control the shadows of adventurers whose level is lower than them"

"Like our bodies being controlled?" Fyar asked curiously. His eyebrows rose on one side.

"Yes like that hmm even well even making you stab yourselves..."

Hasya remembered again. His eyes stared into the dark sky. "Maybe that is all I can tell you for now.."

"And yes the one you faced and the one Fathir faced in the dungeon was likely level 100 or more because the power of the clone alone could be that strong."

"100 or more?!" Rasie was shocked beyond measure. Her eyes widened wide forgetting her shame for a moment. Her mouth was slightly open. "Hey hey so you want to say I at level 29 at that time was facing a level 100 or more assassin?!?"

"Yes!"

"Shiiiiit!!" Rasie hugged her own knees. Her body shivered slightly in horror imagining how close she was to death.

Ah I remember I almost died because of his shadow soldiers... fuck! I have not forgotten that... the most embarrassing moment in my life... Fyar muttered in his heart. He clenched his fist remembering his helplessness at that time.

"Luckily Fathir was there at that time.." Illya said softly. She held the area of her stomach where she had been stabbed by that creature. Her face was a bit pale. "Thank goodness."

"Just so you know it is truly rare for someone to reach a level like that.." Hasya nodded.

"And oh yes the one you told about Fyar that woman in whitening she is also an assassin her level is maybe above 60? Around that much."

Hasya fell silent letting them absorb the information he had just delivered. He looked at the faces of his friends one by one who looked tense. "So do you understand??"

Fyar Cyhas Rasie Zaefal and Illya nodded in unison.

"Good good good now my class.. hmm my cla-"

"Um Hasya before that can I ask something?" Fyar asked interrupting the conversation. His voice sounded heavy and serious.

"Sure Fyar sure just ask what? Is there still something you do not understand?" Hasya spread both his hands casually.

"What do you know about the Whitening organization?" Fyar's eyes stared sharply straight at Hasya.

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