Mack noticed Matthew's odd expression and immediately got defensive. "Why are you looking at me like that, Matteo?!"
"I was just marveling at how sharp you're getting. At this rate, I won't be able to keep up with you, Mack."
"Hah! No way, Matteo—you'll always be the deputy chief of the Veiled Assembly!" Mack chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly, as clueless as ever.
Matthew sighed. Still the same Mack.
"You might want to lift your head up first," Matthew advised, looking at Casimir, who was still catching his breath and doing his best to look as if he'd just rushed over with everything he had.
"Oh, right! Uh… Stop, everyone!" Casimir managed to say, finally looking up, only to freeze in shock, his words caught in his throat.
Before him stood a group of burly men with grim expressions, all armed, and in front of them, a huddle of men crouched with hands on their heads.
"Um… where's Deadeye?" Casimir asked, struggling to process the scene.
Matthew pointed to a distant figure sprawled on the ground. "Over there. Why do you ask?"
Casimir's gaze followed Matthew's finger to the lifeless body. Even from afar, he could tell it was Deadeye.
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