Sparing the Assassin?

On the empty alley located in the outskirts of Aclein city, a hundred-year-old rank-6 Assassin was kneeling on the ground before a 12-year-old Azzy who stood in front of him.

"I'll ask you again. Who are you and why are you at my home?"

The assassin just stared at him, keeping his mouth shut. Azzy waited for a while before he said, "it's getting late. I had neither lunch nor dinner. Hurry up…"

"Just kill me…" After trying to struggle, again and again, he wasn't able to use soul energy at all.

Maybe, his little bit of pride is acting up or maybe, he was extremely afraid of the punishment from the clan for his failure, he wanted to die but he doesn't feel any strength in his legs too…

Azzy was taken aback by his resolution. He wondered whether, for this guy, revealing the secret is worse than death or something…

"Use Soul search, Azrael." The Reaper's voice resounded in his head.