I Became the Assassin Family's Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 67

Finally, a desperate cry burst from Riche’s lips.

Deon is going to kill Morgan.

But contrary to that thought, Deon’s sword slid back into its sheath without ever touching Morgan.

“……?”

What’s going on? The three of them stared at Deon’s baffling behavior in confusion.

“It’s dinnertime.”

An utterly random remark.

Morgan felt a chill run down his spine at the words that followed.

“That’s all for today. We’ll continue the rest tomorrow.”

Because he could already picture his future—locked in sword fights with Deon until the very last day, which was still three months and twenty days away from the preliminary round’s end.

Philip, who already knew what fate awaited anyone training under Deon, silently offered Morgan his deepest condolences.

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Rrrrip. Riche tore apart the white bread served for dinner.

Since she couldn’t tear apart her older brother, tearing bread was all she could do.

“I want Instructor Rodwick to give me an assignment too!”

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