Kairos’s eyes flickered with sothing unreadable, and he froze for a mont, then cleared his throat. "You must be mistaken. Your pet just seems to like —that’s all," he reasoned, though I could see his ears turning a soft shade of pink.
’Cute,’ I thought, a smile tugging at my lips. I was tempted to reach out and touch his ears, but I held back, amused by his rare, bashful expression.
Kairos moved gracefully, summoning a table and chair from the ground with a wave of his hand. "Let’s take a seat," he said, gesturing for to sit.
I nodded and settled into the chair, Glacier curling up comfortably next to , content and relaxed.
"Before we discuss the main reason," I said, my face turning serious. "Did you just leave the Tripede here on purpose? Glacier could have died from its venom!"
Kairos’s expression turned apologetic for a mont, but he quickly regained his composure, forcing a calm tone. "I’m sorry for that, one of the mbers didn’t thoroughly clean this place."
I raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in my voice. "That’s fine, just make sure there’s no next ti when we et again."
Kairos nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. He seed to be expecting my reaction.
"As an offer of apology," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I’ll let you sign this contract and beco our official mber," A scroll appeared as it laid down on the table.
I read the contract. It was an offer to beco an official mber of their group, and all the conditions seed favorable, almost tailored to suit my lifestyle. It was tempting, but I knew I had too much on my plate already.
"The offers are good, but I’m afraid I’ll have to reject your offer," I said, noticing the way Kairos’s expression shifted, as if he wouldn’t drop the subject easily. I quickly added, "And don’t bother asking why. I won’t answer that, but just know that I’m still willing to take any mission as long as I can."
Kairos sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he hid the contract in his shadow space. "Then I have a mission for you."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of mission?"
"Kill mission," Kairos said, sliding a folder across the table.
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Na: Zardo Matley
Sex: Male
Age: 56 years old
Location: He’s currently resting in rcy Haven Hospital, VIP ward
Additional notes: Make it seem like he died due to dical malpractice
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I stopped reading when I saw "rcy Haven Hospital." Angela’s brother was residing there. This seed like the perfect opportunity to execute my plan and silence him now.
Over the past few weeks, I’d been researching and even visiting the hospital myself to observe the situation. And I had to admit, killing him alone would be difficult. rcy Haven was like a fortress. The higher your status, the more heavily protected your room was—designed to withstand even five elite heroes. Each VIP room cost at least one million glacium a month. Raphael’s room, Angela’s brother, was guarded by four rcenaries disguised as bodyguards, rotating shifts.
"...Remillia, are you listening?" Kairos’s voice broke through my thoughts as he leaned closer, concern evident in his tone.
"W-What was that again?" I stamred, trying to refocus.
"Since it’ll be hard to penetrate their defenses, one of our mbers will accompany you. But don’t worry—you’ll still be the one to finish the job," Kairos explained patiently.
I nodded, already thinking ahead. I’d use that mber to create a distraction or an opening, giving the perfect chance to eliminate Raphael. It would be hitting two birds with one stone.
"Thanks, boss," I said softly, a sweet smile unconsciously slipping onto my face, though inside I was already planning my move.
Kairos was stunned by my smile, seemingly caught off guard by the mix of innocence and deadly intent in my expression.
"You’re welco," he replied, his voice slightly softer than before. "Just rember, this mission is crucial. We need to make it look clean."
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "I understand. I’ll make sure it looks like an accident."
Kairos leaned back, his deanor shifting back to business. "Good. I’ll arrange for the mber to et you anyti. You’ll need to coordinate with them to ensure everything goes smoothly."
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Chilly’s Cafe, Monfort (the sa ti Remillia went to et with Kairos)
The group sat scattered around the cozy coffee shop, textbooks and notes spread out in front of them as they studied for the final exams starting next Monday. Despite the serious atmosphere, only one person was missing: Remillia.
"That witch’s too busy these days," Rex groaned, scratching his head as he stared at the complex equation before him, frustration evident in his voice.
Cypher and Edge sat in silence, casually drinking coffee, their usual enthusiasm for studying noticeably absent.
"If I rember correctly, I saw her texting her boss," Angela said, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"Boss?" Christian echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she ntioned sothing about her boss," Angela explained, frowning slightly. "She must be working—what’s that word again?"
"Part-ti?" Christian suggested.
"Yes, that’s it!" Angela nodded, her expression thoughtful.
Whitney, who had been focused on her notes, suddenly looked up. Sothing felt off. ’Boss? Remillia working? No, that can’t be,’ she thought to herself. Remillia had always been financially secure, often buying high-grade weapons from her. She knew that the armory she sold was priced at least 10,000 glacium above market value.
Even Christian shook his head silently, clearly skeptical. Angela must have misheard it. There was no way Remillia was working part-ti. She had the resources to invest in his family business and had even devised an impressive plan to upgrade it. If Remillia wanted to, she could easily start her own business.
"Is she working again? Maybe that’s why she can’t co with us," Angela continued, her voice tinged with concern.
Whitney finally, distracted by Angela’s words, decided to shift the mood and annoy her instead of focusing on her study. She leaned over with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Cypher, why are you so quiet? Are you thinking about Remillia again?"
But before Cypher could respond or explain himself, Angela quickly bit the bait. "Why would Cypher be thinking about that witch who’s always late?" she said, scoffing slightly.
Whitney smirked, pleased with herself for managing to get under Angela’s skin. "I an, it’s not like she’s ever on ti for anything."
"Where is that idiot anyway?" Edge blurted out, unknowingly voicing his thoughts.
"Don’t call her an idiot; she’s ranked one in our class," Christian interjected, defending Remillia.
"He’s right. Didn’t you also ask her a question yesterday?" Rex grumbled, frustration evident in his voice. "I didn’t even manage to ask her about this equation!" He gestured to the problem that had been plaguing him since yesterday.
"What? No! When did I do that?" Edge shot back, glaring at Rex.
Rex almost choked on his coffee, coughing loudly. "Pfft! Waiter! What kind of cappu-shit did you give ?!" he exclaid, standing up quickly to avoid Edge’s wrath as he headed to the counter.
"I saw you lining up behind Ezekiel yesterday," Cypher said, recalling the scene where Edge was holding his notebook while waiting in line like everyone else.
"...I just showed her sothing," Edge muttered defensively.
"What nonsense are you talking about—" Cypher began, but Angela cut him off.
"Can everyone keep quiet? My brain’s about to explode hearing you two bicker," Angela exclaid, rubbing her temples.
anwhile, Christian finally closed his notebook with a sigh, noticing how no one seed interested in studying anymore. He felt a twinge of jealousy—Edge, Cypher, and Remillia seed capable of learning much faster than the rest of them. Although he knew that Cypher was only reviewing to stay close to Remillia, and Edge was here mostly because of Angela.
His gaze drifted toward Whitney, who was back to jotting down notes diligently. She looked so beautiful as ever, and for a mont, he didn’t realize he was staring at her with his hand resting on his cheek.
Christian was startled when he noticed that Whitney must have sensed that he was staring at her so he quickly looked away and resud reading his notes, pretending to be absorbed in his work.
Whitney look up and broke the silence with a casual remark. "By the way, once we finish our final exams, how about we go on a trip?"
The rest of the group looked up in unison, their eyes lighting up with interest.
"Sounds nice!" Rex exclaid eagerly.
"What day should we go then?" Christian asked, leaning forward.
"December **—is that okay with everyone?" Angela proposed, her eyes sparkling with excitent.
There was a pause as everyone considered the date.
"I’m afraid I can’t go. Should we change the date instead?" Cypher said, checking his phone for any prior commitnts.
"Why? Do you have sowhere else to go?" Angela inquired, her tone curious.
"I wanted Remi to teach how to drive a bike," Cypher hesitated, though the truth was they were actually planning to go to a dungeon that day.
"Pfft! You? Riding a bike? I hope you fall," Edge scoffed, unable to contain his laughter.
"Do you rember the ti Remi was about to tell the story of you riding her bike?" Cypher shot back, a smirk forming on his lips.
"W-What? How do you know about that? Did that witch tell you?" Edge stamred, his face flushing slightly. No one was supposed to know about that, and he’d gladly take that secret to his grave including that witch.
Cypher leaned in, genuinely curious. "No, Remi was about to tell it the day we went to watch a movie, but you stopped her."
"What happened anyway?" Whitney asked, her interest piqued.
Edge hesitated, glancing around the table as if searching for an escape. "....I wanted her to teach how to ride a bike," he used the sa excuse Cypher had given.
The group erupted into laughter.
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