23 The Only Survived One

Sibyl’s POV

Nuri was in a good mood, but when the strange man appeared, his brows furrowed.

I sense Nuri doesn't like this man.

I stood behind Nuri and peeked at the man in purple.

His face looks similar to Nuri's, but his body is not as strong as Nuri's. His skin was too pale, his eyes were long and thin, and he had a gloomy air about him.

He wore purple clothes that only nobles could wear and called Nuri his cousin.

He must be Jovon, Nuri's cousin. But I'm not sure about his last name because he was stripped of his Rodriguez name and expelled from the capital.

“There you are,” Nuri said coldly.

“When did you guess I was here?”

Nuri looked at his wrist. There was no cut. “Who was the assassin yesterday?”

Jovon smiled apologetically. “I don't know who the assassin was yesterday, but he followed me to your house.” He cleared his throat unnaturally. “I'm sorry.”

“Why did you come to my house last night?”

“To steal... Oh, no, to see the legendary Dragon Scale,” he said with a smile.

Nuri