Creator of Death: True Darkness
The Agreement: Compensation

Theodore raised his hand, gesturing for Serkan to shut up.

"Hmm? Well, sorry for my mistake, what do you want from me as compensation, Mr Azalea?"

"Ah, I don't need your recognition of my leadership, what can you do to tear down my hierarchy? All I need is your confession to the others"

"Oh? But on what basis do I have to admit it? I only owe you, right?"

"That's right, my leadership got it with my own hands, but about that, even though I can handle it, I can only stand guard if they try to take it from me again"

"Oh? What's reply?"

The corner of Raka's mouth twitched, after all, wasn't this old man really shameless?

"You almost killed me even though it never worked, and you still want another reply huh!?"

Richard smiled wryly.

"I'm kidding,"

Raka replied to him with a flat expression.

"That's not funny"

Richard got up from his seat and stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"Haha, okay. I think we'll be good friends someday, I look forward to you growing up, Mr. Azalea, see you later"

Raka returned his hand. The two shake hands.

"That's sure".

Afterwards, Raka got up from her seat, preparing to leave.

"Well, I assume it's an equal"

"..."

"Oh, and also as another apology. Give, Jean! deliver Mr. Azalea"

"Eh? Ba is good" said the two in unison.

The four of them walked out of the inn.

"A-anu.. "

Raka turned, behind him Louisse who looked calm, while Serkan seemed to walk with an expression of wanting to say something. While behind him, hiding the girl who was about to stab him earlier.

"Hmm?" Raka asks what Serkan will say.

Raka stopped her steps. And looked at the dazed Serkan.

"What's wrong? If there's anything you want to say, say it"

Serkan was surprised to hear Raka's words that spread his mind.

"ah! Eh? I this. it's okay sir.." he stuttered stuttering.

"You don't need to call me master, you're my age, so we're equal, as for your master to call me master is to equalize our degrees when working together, you could say it's a political cooperation tactic"

"Eh? A what? I this. how could I"

"My name is Raka, call me Raka outside the forum. What's yourname?"

"Eh? I it?" Serkan was confused by the speech of the young man before him. 'Shouldn't he have heard my name' he thought.

"Ah. I met you, not your master, your name I already know but I want to hear it from you" Raka said flatly.

"Eh? All right, my name is Serkan D'Lyla, nice to meet you, anu.."

"Raka" said Raka Ketus.

"Raka.." Say Serkan felt a little intimidated.

Sighs. Raka let out her breath.

"That also applies to you" said Raka coldly. Jean goosebumps. He came back a little scared.

"All right, I gotta go back, see you next time. And make sure you remember my name well" Raka said kindly.

Raka then turned around and stepped towards the carriage that had driven her earlier.

Louisse smiled.

"Ah, don't think about it. My master is a person who is used to controlling his emotions in front of others, but believe it or not, it is not his emotions. And that one, my real master, he was quite stiff when socializing with others, right?"

"What's? Uh?" Serkan was a little surprised to respond to the words of the bodyguard who accompanied Raka.

Louisse just smiled, he then walked and followed Raka into the train.