"You’re a sneaky bastard," Miret growled, his eyes narrowed on Severin, who only shrugged.
"I can’t rember what you think I did again."
"You don’t rember? You brought them here. Everything has been a plan of yours from the beginning, isn’t it? Forget it. Where are my bones?" Miret asked.
Severin sighed. His face was calm, but inside, it was as if his bones were lting. The power he used was rebounding back at an astonishing rate.
So, Severin didn’t have the ti to play as he usually does and instead cut straight to the point. "Lord Miret, let’s get one thing straight. I know where your bones are. I know you can’t call a ghost with a divinity power. I know you wanted to kill but failed. What else?"
Severin’s eyes were shining by the ti he was done. There was madness and sothing showing through in there that couldn’t be easily described by others.
Miret had one word. Madness.
Severin clasped his hands together in front of him, his little finger trembling slightly. "That’s it. Let’s stop playing gas."
Miret looked at him for a long ti. "How do you know?"
Severin shook his head. "Is it that important? You’ll have your bones."
"What do you want for it?" Miret asked cautiously.
"I want you to give a suicide assassin squad."
Miret stiffened.
Suicide assassins are those squads that would do anything to complete their mission. They don’t fear death because they’re already destined to die. Through missions like that, they could extend their sentences or even get themselves freed.
Miret narrowed his eyes. "What are you planning?"
Severin looked at him frankly. It seems the changes in his body were making him more blunt than usual. "I want to destroy an enemy that’s disturbing my life. A threat to myself. That is one of the prices you’ll have to pay."
"And the others?"
"It’s easy, Miret. Train us. Forget that shit about nobles or not. They won’t die. They’re Etherion users."
Miret smiled without any joy. "You still have more."
Severin nodded. Why not milk a situation dry when you can? "Tell about the Reignhart family."
Miret’s eyes widened. "You... don’t know about your family?"
Severin rely raised his brows. He wouldn’t be asking if he did, right? He didn’t answer him.
Miret laughed. "Ah! And here I thought you were pulling sothing off by coming to Isolde Dusk! What a strange happening!"
Severin waited.
Soon, Miret stopped laughing.
"You Reignharts are bastards. You are lunatics."
Severin blinked. "Well... that’s one way to describe a family, I guess."
"It’s true though," Miret sighed. "Your family, Reignhart, once ruled this Empire."
Out of everything that Severin had expected Miret to say... he wasn’t expecting that. Severin had learned a lot of secrets about his past in Sector Delta but nothing like this.
Just... what the fuck?
Miret continued. "During that ti, the Empire stretched to every corner of the continent and was known simply as The Empire, because it was the Empire.
"And your na, Reignhart, was what was standing above everything else."
Severin imdiately thought about his Talent Ability... doesn’t that look like sothing an Emperor should have? ’...that’s it... I’ve not really explored what my new powers are in this new rank...’
"I’m guessing there’s a reason that’s not happening anymore."
"No. The Reignhart Emperor went mad. He turned into a tyrant."
Severin raised his brows. If that’s not cliché, he didn’t know what else it could be. It was a reminder again that he was in the book. He sighed. "Let guess. He was overthrown and another took over the Empire... no?"
"The Empire turned on each other and it broke up. The Reignhart was overthrown, but sohow he had a kid surviving from a secret mistress and now... here am I."
Miret blinked. "Well. You’re only half right. He did have a secret kid that he didn’t tell the world about. But even though he was a tyrant, there was simply no one strong enough to overthrow him, so he died at the ripe age of eight hundred years without leaving an official heir.
"That made it so that the Empire turned on itself and broke apart."
Severin smiled. The author did have lots of originality then.
The pain was making Severin behave in a rather strange way.
Miret continued. "It was later that they found out about his child, and he was left alone because even a tyrant Emperor did his own contribution to the Empire.
"Down the line, another Reignhart wanted the throne. By this ti, the Reignhart had already ford into a formidable noble House. In the end, it made it easy for them to be destroyed and hunted down."
"One of the fleeing mbers made Isolde Dusk. They found a moving island and then... sohow made it? The five guardians are one of their loyal supporters."
Severin chuckled. ’...so... I wasn’t so random after all... because there’s no way I’m going to believe that I just appeared into the body of a Reignhart, the last of them, by chance alone... not that it matters... the Reignhart’s past has nothing to do with as much as it doesn’t affect ...’
Severin yawned. "Good to know, I guess. Now then, what about the suicide assassin squad?"
Miret looked at him in surprise. "Don’t you want to know? The glory of the Reignhart?"
Severin shook his head. "I can’t use the na to shield or to attack. It’s basically worthless now, with no value. It’s of no use to ."
Miret sighed. "Alright. You are my heir already, so if you win the fight with the others and keep the Isolde Dusk in sea, you can command a squad as you like."
Severin breathed a sigh.
Finally, all his plans since he got out of Sector Delta were now coming together. He hadn’t even rested and processed anything since he ca back.
Severin accepted that as the price he had to pay in return.
"What about my bones?"
Severin smiled. "If I’m alive by the end of all this, then I’ll naturally tell you. And with all your training, it should be easy. Right?"
Miret smiled back in return. "Right."
And just like that, a deal was ford.
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