Dusk wasn't particularly surprised by her question. After all, his behavior didn't exactly resemble that of an ordinary citizen.
"I work as a porter. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Just assume all the strange things you saw were thanks to my natural talent." He answered vaguely.
After all, he couldn't exactly tell her that he had lived for three hundred years in a world ravaged by demons and heart masters.
Will Viper believe it? Definitely not. No matter how gifted someone might be, there was no way they were born with fully developed skills.
It was entirely possible for a genius to invent an incomplete technique and slowly refine it over time.
"If you don't want to say, then fine. By the way, does your gun have any bullets?" She asked directly since she hadn't been able to take the weapon from him.
"Why do you ask?" Dusk didn't answer right away, unable to guess her intentions.
