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The heavy stone door closed behind him with a dull thud, plunging the cell into darkness.
The distant sound of water began to echo.
This was the organization’s favored method of torture, a slow and agonizing death. Water would steadily rise, filling the chamber until it claimed its victim.
“Wait,” Milly suddenly called out.
The stone door creaked open again, and Magician stepped back inside.
Milly fixed her gaze on him. “I need a favor.”
Magician raised an eyebrow.
“This is my doing. It has nothing to do with anyone else,” Milly said firmly, her eyes locked on his.
Magician paused for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips. “You are just as I thought. Even when you’re staring death in the face, you’re still thinking about others. I wonder how Howard will react when he finds out you’re gone. You’re like this because you defy the cold, ruthless nature an assassin should have. How can you be so… kind?”
Magician smiled, but his eyes were filled with something far more complicated.
To most people, assassins were seen as nothing but cold, ruthless killers.
But they were human too, each with their own hidden weaknesses.
Magician and Milly didn’t interact often, but as fellow assassins, they understood each other in ways words couldn’t express. Magician was frustrated with her choices, feeling like her actions weren’t worth the consequences.
“Milly, your sacrifices won’t be appreciated,” Magician said, his voice turning icy.
“I don’t need anyone’s appreciation. Just tell them I did it because I couldn’t stand Peyton and Corbett,” Milly replied.
“I’m not helping you with that,” Magician shot back.
Milly fell silent.
As he turned to leave, she asked, “Are you doing this willingly?”
Willingly?
They had all become assassins by choice—at first, anyway.
In the beginning, they had followed someone, a leader.
Back then, their missions were almost noble, like Robin Hood.
As their leader neared death, they discovered a shadowy organization, the Serpentine Palers, had been pulling the strings all along.
From that point on, they were forced to obey the group’s orders without question.
Some assassins, having killed so many, became numb to the value of human life. It didn’t matter if the target was good or bad—if there was a mission, they would carry it out.
Magician was one of those.
He needed money, so he took on more jobs, like most others.
But Milly was different.
Even under the grip of the Serpentine Palers, she refused to kill the innocent.
Milly’s voice was steady as she spoke. “I know you’re doing this because you need money, because there’s someone you’re trying to save. If you had a choice, you wouldn’t be like this.”
Magician’s tone turned cold. “Are you seriously trying to pull at my heartstrings now?”
“No, I don’t pull at anyone’s heartstrings. But we’re the same. You’re living for her, and I’m living for him,” Milly replied.
Magician’s voice remained icy. “I have no reason to help you. Besides, it won’t stay hidden for long. The organization will find out, and when they do, I’ll go down with you.”
“I believe in him. Before the organization finds out, he’ll destroy it. Then you’ll be free to do whatever you want. Consider that my gift to you,” Milly said.
Magician hesitated, caught off guard.
Milly pressed on. “I wouldn’t ask for your help without giving something in return. I know you want out of the organization too.”
Magician fell silent.
Milly locked her gaze onto him.
If he didn’t come around, Howard was as good as dead.
Magician stood there in silence before turning on his heel and walking away.
Milly exhaled a deep sigh of relief, her heart fluttering with the certainty that he had, indeed, agreed to help.
At the lab, Howard had already started wrapping up his work. Peyton was supposed to show up for an inspection, but he was nowhere to be found.
After asking around, Howard discovered that both Peyton and Corbett had disappeared. How could they have vanished at the same time?
Something didn’t sit right with him.
But in the organization, death was just part of the job, and soon enough, new personnel would be sent to work with him.
After Howard demonstrated how the watch worked, the man beside him exclaimed, “This is amazing! Just what we’d expect from Lorpond’s top innovator! Hand them over. I’ll get them distributed.”
“Alright.”
Howard leaned against the table, watching the person walk away with the watches. Everything had gone off without a hitch, but that only made him more uneasy. Why was it all going so smoothly? It felt… off.
Too off.
He thought about contacting Milly, but she had warned him not to reach out unless it was absolutely necessary. Taking a deep breath, Howard decided to wait. Milly would find him when the time was right.
Since Andrew had returned, everyone felt relieved, and Isabella, at last, could get some much-needed rest.
In the next few days, Waylon and Andrew showed her around the capital of Aswil.
They had purchased a few things here and there, while lending their ears to the worries of the citizens.
“Is the king really going to be replaced? I don’t want us falling under the control of business tycoons.”
“The Hunt family and the Black family are truly terrifying. A relative of mine accidentally bumped into a young lady from the Black family, and he was fired on the spot!”
“Are they really that ruthless?”
“Yes. They have the wealth to do as they please, and with the king’s brother poised to take power, they’ll grow even more reckless.”
The people’s fears were palpable.
No one wanted their nation under the iron grip of the business tycoons, for it would spell hardship for the common folk.
Yet, despite their anxiety, the citizens were powerless to stop it. That evening, Waylon received a message that he was needed at the company, so he said his goodbyes to Isabella and Andrew. The moment Waylon was gone, Andrew took Isabella’s hand.
Isabella glanced at Andrew, his fingers softly tracing the back of her hand, while a touch of longing flickered in his eyes. “It feels like it has been ages since we last held hands.”
They had both kept their distance with Waylon around, as Isabella didn’t like being too affectionate in front of others.
Isabella found Andrew’s little grievance endearing and let out a light laugh. “Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of chances ahead.”
“I want to hold your hand forever.”
“Alright, then let’s keep holding hands.”
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