Chapter 155 - What Did I Expect?
"Eh?" Clentine's eyes widened as I pointed the gun at her forehead.
Before anyone could say or do anything, I squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
The pull of my trigger was followed by a loud boom (I might need to create a silencer).
A fraction of a second letter, the bullet hit the ceiling with a loud bang and ford a large crater.
Chunks of rock fell down on us, so big enough to cause so pretty serious injuries but soone put up a shield using magic and protected us.
"As expected of the Shadowlord," I smiled. "Also, my hand hurts."
"Haah, haaah," Clentine let go of my hand but continued panting while staring down for so monts. "You… you really pulled it," she finally looked up at with widened and trembling eyes.
"I trusted your abilities."
I actually didn't, but let's not tell her that. After all, like all normal people, I don't fancy getting my ass whooped by my so-called little sister.
Hmm, so might have a fetish for that. Not , though.
"S-Samur!" Neia finally ca out of her trance, gripped my shoulder and forcefully turned around. "What the hell were you thinking?!"
"Oh co on, it was a harmless little prank. No need to make such a big deal out of it."
Like bruh, is this the first ti soone has literally shot at his little sister with the intention to kill her right in front of your eyes? Grow up mate.
Oh wait, isn't that why I was kicked out of the Eckart Ducal house?
Wow.
"You could have killed her!"
"I obviously wouldn't have. What do you take for? A newbie prankster?"
"What?"
"If Clentine hadn't pushed the gun away at the last mont, I would have," I lied.
That's because I wouldn't have.
I an, this was the perfect chance to get rid of this self-proclaid little sister. Doing the long con might be interesting, but I am all for speedy solutions.
Was my thod ethical? Absolutely not.
But was it efficient? Well, no, not really.
Killing her in front of so many witnesses without even trying to make it seem like an accident was far from a tactical masterpiece.
If Clentine had died, I would have imdiately been caught and imprisoned. I probably wouldn't have been able to convince them that it was an accident. As a result, I would have been punished.
Samur Eckart, professional assassin at your service.
That aside, her movents were impressive (for this world's standards), and she displayed good decision-making skills.
The mont I pulled the trigger, she realised that her life was in danger. So, with the speed of lightning (literally), she grabbed my hand and pushed it upwards, thus making the bullet hit the ceiling.
Clentine still seed to be shaken from the near-death experience though.
"But what if sothing went wrong, hmm?" Neia asked with a voice as cold as ice, as if the temperature of her lungs had dropped down to absolute zero.
That taphor was a bit weird.
"Then we still have THAT," I winked.
Aka the Elixir.
"…" Her eyes narrowed. "It's still not a valid reason to do sothing like this."
"Well, you can consider it a lesson for you then," I smiled.
"A lesson?"
"Every ti you hold a gun to soone's face, you have to make a decision. The mont you pull the trigger is the mont you end soone's life, and there will be no way to bring it back."
Aside from resurrection magic, obviously, but let's keep it aside for the ti being.
"…" Her eyes widened.
"That's why, before pulling the trigger you have to be absolutely sure that you want to take your enemy's life, and that you won't regret it. Those are the very basics of owning a gun."
"…" Her hand slowly slipped off my shoulder.
Nicely done, if I do say so myself.
My lying skills are just exemplary. I should get an award for this or sothing.
No wait, if I do get an award for being the world's best liar, wouldn't that literally tell everyone that I'm a pathological liar? No one would believe then because they would think I'm lying.
So I can't get an award for lying.
Ultra sed.
"What happened to you?" Neia asked, perhaps noticing my dejected state.
"Pulling a trigger is not easy, you know?" I replied as I looked down at the gun in my hand.
Ez.
"Oh…" Neia pursed her lips. "Well, the next ti you want to teach sothing, consider doing so without a practical demonstration."
"I'll think about that," I turned around to face Clentine and Lecia. "I'm truly sorry to make you go through that. You seem pretty shaken up, so go back and rest."
In other words, get the fuck outta hea.
"That was…" My little sister eked out while looking down at the ground.
Did it really traumatise her that much? Nice. She might stay away from for so ti now.
"That was?"
"That was aweso!" She looked up at with sparkling yet slightly trembling eyes.
…
In hindsight, why did I even expect a normal reaction from the girl who asked the killer of her family to be her new family?
This is just wow, Clentine, this is just wow.
"Hmm, it seems like this incident has affected you more severely than I thought. My apologies."
"No, no, I enjoyed that!" She exclaid.
"What?" Neia raised her eyebrows.
"What?" And so did Lecia.
"I wasn't aware that my sister was an adrenaline junkie," I couldn't help but sigh.
This is just getting out of hand.
"Hey, hey, do it again."
Wut?
"You've just gone through a horrible experience, Clentine. What you need right now is therapy, not going experiencing it again. My therapy sessions are currently on a 99% discount."
"Huh?" Neia looked at in stupefaction, her eyes asking if I really just tried to promote my therapy business.
Well, yes. Yes, I did, Neia. How else am I going to get custors to scam I an patients whose lives I can change for the better?
"No, it's not about that," Clentine shook her head.
"It isn't?"
"The mont you pointed that gun at my head and fired it, I felt fear… I knew that my life was in danger and it scared . My body froze and I couldn't move, you know," while she was telling this, she had clutched her sides.
"But you overca that fear and pushed my hand away."
"I did, but…"
"But?"
"I still feel that dread. I still can't help but wonder what might have happened if I was even a second late."
Well, let's just say that the floor would have had a new paint job.
"That's only natural. It's impossible to get over your fear of death with just one near death experience."
It's in the nature of a living being to fear its end; that's how they were designed. Overcoming that fear takes more courage than what most are capable of.
In other words, most living beings are not able to get over the fear of their life being ended.
And that's perfectly fine. That's what it ans to live, after all.
"I know. That's why I want to try it again. I don't want to feel afraid of death, ever again."
Hmm?
"I don't think there's any need for that."
"Why not?"
"Fearing the end of one's life is a necessary trait for any living being, because it is that fear which lets them evolve."
"What?"
"Being scared of death fuels their desire to escape it because, you know, they are scared of it. The closer one's death is, the more extre the desire to live becos. They beco even more desperate and do things that no one with a sane mind would even imagine to do. And that leads to evolution."
"…I never thought of it that way," Clentine's eyes widened.
"Losing the fear of your death ans losing the evolutionary advantages that co with it. After all, the edge of life and death is where you grow the most."
"B-but I want to be like you!" She exclaid.
Wut?
"Want to be like ? In what way?"
Wait, don't tell that she wants to be an epic prankster like .
Hot damn…
To think I would get a pupil so soon. Nice.
I'll take her under my wing and teach her all there is to successfully pulling epic pranks on people close to her by ntally scarring them and cursing them to a lifeti of therapy in return for a cheap laugh or two.
Not to ntion that with an accomplice, I could pull even more epic pranks.
Clentine as an assistant can help in many ways. She can set the scene, create the mood, direct the conversation, manipulate the targets, and much more.
With her help, I could pull the most epic prank of my entire life.
"I want to be as fearless towards death as you."
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W H A T
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God-fucking-damnit!
I was pranked by my own little sister.
Fuck.
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