RIN

Chapter 87

"Hmm? Where'd the little strategist run off to?"

Manchu entered the tent with searching eyes upon identifying the lone figure of An Sun.

Pouring himself a cup of wine, An Sun glances at Manchu briefly before continuing to pour. "He went to go take care of some business I ordered him to do."

Raising his brows, Manchu walks over to the table and sits down on a cushion.

"Does this business happen to include those soldiers at the front of the camp?"

An Sun didn't answer. His gray eyes shifted to the side while he drank his wine. From his silent response, Manchu could already predict the answer to his question.

Manchu reaches for a separate chug of wine and begins pouring some for himself. "Do you think he can handle it?"

An Sun snorted derisively. "If he can't even handle those pigs, then he's unfit to work alongside me."

Manchu could only silently agree with the man. The two continued drinking in silence for the next few minutes when suddenly, the light sound of footsteps approached the tent.

The tent flap opened as the incoming figure walked in. An Sun turned to the intruder with an irritated expression, however, very quickly his face froze stiff.

Dressed in plain blue robes, deep stains of blood could be seen on their clothes. Their white, ashen complexion paled in comparison to the crimson red stains on their cheeks and hands.

With a worn-out bag in their hand, the person stops a few feet away from the two men. The person entering the tent covered in blood was none other than Rin.

Her pale lips raised upward into a smile.

"I'm sorry for the long wait, my Lord. Things got a little out of hand so I had to clean things up a bit."

She gently tossed the bloodied bag in her hand toward the men's feet.

An Sun silently stared at the 'boy' with dull eyes, however, a glimmer of surprise could vaguely be seen within his eyes.

Manchu examined the bag intently and without hesitation uncovered it to take out a beaten and swollen severed head.

It was the head of the previous general.

"This..."

"The Su province general's head." Rin finished his unspoken words. "I thought you'd want evidence, or to possibly keep it as a souvenir."

She scratches her cheek and releases an awkward laugh. "I'm not very sure of the Tuhan customs."

An Sun's lips twitched.

Their customs? What made him think they had a tradition of collecting the heads of their enemies?

Manchu places a hand over his mouth and lightly coughs to conceal his urge to laugh.

"You're pretty funny Mr. Strategist." He coughed.

"Is that so? Although I wasn't trying, I'm pleased you think so general Manchu." Rin chuckled.

"Did you kill him?"

An Sun's sharp voice cut the two off from their conversation.

Rin, with her hands behind her back, looks at the young man. His eyes stared at the general's severed head with no emotion before shifting to look at Rin.

"Did you kill him yourself?" An Sun's voice was calm.

"Yes."

An Sun's eyes clouded with an unclear emotion for a fleeting moment. His eyes silently examined the 'boy' in front of him.