Only after Viktor's head was reduced to a complete mess did Nyx suddenly lose her strength and collapse sitting on his skull. Then, tears fell from her eyes.

Andrew checked his injuries and found they were not particularly serious. However, seeing Nyx cry left him stunned. "Nyx, what's wrong?"

Nyx suddenly jumped down and threw her arms around Andrew.

A faint, dark fragrance filled his nose, unexpectedly pleasant. At least it diluted the foul, bloody stench of the werewolf.

"Andrew, I was so scared just now! I was terrified you'd be killed like my brother. If that happened, another person I care about would be dead, leaving only me!"

As she spoke, the usually strong and icy female assassin broke down and sobbed.

Feeling her trembling shoulders and back, Andrew sighed softly and said, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, the comfort only made Nyx cry harder.

Andrew stopped talking, understanding that Nyx must have been frightened just moments ago. Therefore, it triggered thos