It’s midnight— the best ti to make a secretive, and swift move.
Every single soul in the estate is asleep. Well, I don’t know about the monsters like Klaus, Alexander, and Sin. I’m pretty sure those guys never sleep.
And the guards that are guarding the front gate— they’re working night shifts. They’re probably gonna be asleep too, but I won’t let my guard down; they might not be slackers.
I’ve already made my preparations to exit this estate.
I make my way toward my window.
The bag I’m holding with my hands; I sling it on my shoulder
It’s a small bag where I put so of my clothes, a map that I stole from the library, and my circle-weapon artifact.
I jump out the window.
Thud!
My palms slightly scratches as I hit the ground— landing on all fours.
"Ouch."..."damn, that was kind of high," I whisper
My gaze flicks up, scanning the surroundings as I cautiously stand up.
There are no maids, no workers, nothing. It’s clear, and empty.
In all the buildings, the lights are off, and the only source of light is the warm hue showering down from the gaze of the cleaved moon.
My waist bends as I crouch, adjusting the bag hanging on my shoulder.
Slowly— I start walking. Vigilantly, and carefully, making sure to make no noise.
And then, I reach the large golden gate at the front of the estate.
The four guards outside the gate— guarding, and discussing who knows what. They aren’t sleeping at all.
I expected them to be fast asleep. But I guess the Flaworth guards don’t slack off huh.
Why would they? After all, I heard that the Hetchor family always sent assassins to co after Alexander around this ti of the night.
Okay, slow and steady, covertly slip past them.
Without making a single noise— I reach the gate.
Now all I have to do is climb this shit and make my way out of here.
"Hey! Who’s there?!"
Shit.
I’ve been found.
I’ll just play it cool.
"Open the gate." I command, my voice is loud and authoritative.
The n shudder as they hear my voice.
Their faces are blurred by the overarching darkness. I can only see their red uniforms, and the red rings of mana around them.
"Who are you?" One of the guards ask, his voice hostile but shaky, and he’s already crouched In a battle stance.
"I am Charles Liam Flaworth. Your Youngest Master." I speak while holding the gate— trying to get a good look at their faces through the gate.
"The bastard?" he mutters.
His words click a switch in my brain.
"What did you say?" I ask, my voice tinged with barely concealed venom.
"You’re the bastard aren’t you?" he turns to look at the face of the other guard beside him. "Ain’t he the bastard?"
The other guard replies, "he sure is, I can see his red eyes shining brightly."
The first one has two red rings...
"Huh?" the first guard turns his head to look at as soon as he heard what the other one said.
"His eyes are shining red? Wait— what did Vice-captain Klaus say about the Flaworths and their glowing red eyes." It looks like he’s trying to rember sothing, but the other guard just shrugs.
The second one has two rings too...
"Ah!"
It seems he rembered what he was scouring through his brain for.
Swiftly, I extend my gaze to the sight of the other two guards, one is taking a piss at the corner of the street, and the other one is sitting down on the floor— the moonlight outlines the unimpressed expression on his face as he rests his chin on his hand.
The third one has two rings and the one sitting down has two rings too. Doable.
"Call a bastard. One. More. Ti." As I declare, my undertone rises— spite mixing with the authoritative flair.
"Vice-captain Klaus said that when their eyes glow red— we should just bow our heads and do whatever they say without questioning." The first guard blurts.
"Pfft, but who’s gonna bow to a bast–"
Wong!
A snall glyph appears on my palm. And in that brief mont— I aim the glyph on my palm toward the direction of the open mouth of the guard— shooting a tiny fireball; the size of a pingpong ball, inside his mouth.
"Argh!" he chokes, holding his throat as he falls to his knee.
Taking advantage of the situation I created, I jump over the gate and ignore the two guards rushing to the aid of the choking guard.
"I’m going out.. and nobody stops . If any of you wants to stop from going out. Well, you’re welco to try."
And I walk away from them. The guard sitting on the floor doesn’t even care about or his choking colleague. The other three are still trying to figure out what happened to the choking idiot.
Maybe they’re just Cannon fodder or sothing. Because there’s no way the guards of the family— people supposed to be capable of killing several assassins— are that weak.
I’m about twenty steps away from them now.
The street is littered with mud, and my shoes are dirtied. But it is to be expected— my leg literally sank in the mud seconds ago.
But the buildings on the street— they’re all made with wood, and are poorly built.
I’m starting to see the difference between a noble house, and a normal, commoner family.
They’re small houses. Still livable though.
"Hmmm."
I keep having a bad feeling— like I’m being watched.
Goosebumps flood my skin as all the hairs on my body stands.
With my neck turned back over my head— I gaze at the direction of the Flaworth estate.
It’s a bit far now. But I can still see the top of the buildings.
Wait... what?
I wipe my eyes with my fingers and squint them, to confirm if what I’m seeing is real.
Various mysterious figures sit on the roofs of all the buildings in the mansion.
Their entire bodies are covered, and I can’t see them well from this distance, and the partial darkness of the night.
But...
I can see the glow of their rings from here... And they’re all on Sin Morderego’s level.. six rings.
They’re all looking at . Their gazes are strong and fiery.
Are those the real guards?
My body shudders as I gulp down saliva hard into my throat.
I was being watched the whole ti.. and I didn’t even know.. I.. I didn’t even feel their presence.
And.. they were probably ordered by Alexander to let pass.
I shake my head, shrugging these thoughts off.
And I turn front, my pace quickening.
I’ve reached the end of the street now, and I can see it.
The horse-drawn wagon Alexander prepared for .
Finally, it’s ti to begin my new Chapter.
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