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"You're not an ordinary citizen, but you're a good citizen."

Can Felix become a "good" citizen without all the good citizens dying? Isaac looked at him with increasingly thin eyes. It seemed to have the word "doubt" on his forehead.

"You have a bad eye. I'm a really good citizen. I even voted a few days ago.”

Felix, who was drinking beer, refuted as if he was upset, but doubts are not easily cleared.

"Did you report your taxes?"

"Of course, I'm broke about how much I'm taking off his taxes."

"Then what date is the personal tax report?”

"April."

Asked like an interrogation, Felix replied triumphantly.

"The date is."

"My CPA will take care of that."

As always, Isaac finally gave up and shrugged at his snobbish answer, even though he didn't know the answer.

"And you? Do you know how long I have to report my taxes?"

Then Felix crossed his arms and asked back, leaning his back against the back of the chair. It was literally a posture and expression as if interrogating a sinner.

"Until the 15th."

Isaac answered without hesitation. Felix raises one eyebrow as if surprised.

"Oh, it's pretty good. You're being chased, and you're not skipping tax reports?"

I couldn't have hated him for twisting his lips and sarcasm. But Isaac remained indifferent to any extent.

"I'm a good little citizen."

"What sin did a good little citizen commit? Are you being chased by a debtor?”

"Why are you asking?"

"I'll pay you back if you can handle it with money."

"What else are you going to ask for after you pay me back?”

When asked, Felix suddenly lowered his upper body and stared at Isaac.

"You."

Then he spits it out briefly. It was a fairly clear answer. But contrary to the light answer, the deep blue eyes that are stuck on my face are prickly. Isaac couldn't even open his mouth. The inside of my throat was prickly.