Several people were standing in a darkened room, talking to each other. They seed to be delivering information to each other.
There was a man sitting in the main chair in the room, to whom they seed to pay respect.
"Did you find anything?" the seated man asked.
"There is movent back and forth. We also saw a powerful Sorcerer from Etherleaf last night in the vicinity. Perhaps he was sent by the leaders to make sure all was well around these parts, but we found no signs of Nithim Twice. Are you sure they will send soone?" one of the people standing in front of him asked.
"Hmph." He let out a snort with his mouth and stood up to look out the window. "Nithim Twice are easy to deceive and betray. They aren't strong in the sense of finding betrayals until they happen; I know perfectly well everything that's going on inside that organization, thanks to that. Don't ask obvious questions."
"But, sir..."
"Stop." He turned to look at the one who planned to refute his words. "I am aware that they will send at least two groups. Even so, you all know how they operate. It is almost impossible to know the exact ti, so you must stay alert around our guys. They hold the key because we need to get rid of as many of the Nithim as possible. If we can steal the Nithim they have, that would be best."
His words were not new. They had already heard similar words very often these past few days, but they had not been able to find anything from then until now.
That was why they were exhausted, though they continued the search.
"Why are you so sure they will co? They might not care." Said one of them, causing the guy there to suddenly start laughing.
"Hahahaha..." He found the situation so funny that he even clutched his belly from the laughter he was carrying.
"No, no. That's ridiculous. The Duke of Sam'an's treachery towards the Crown is not an issue that happens just because that guy isn't just anything. He would only oppose the Crown because he has a high enough backing to hold us back. In this country, besides Nithim Twice, who else can hold us back like that?" He smiled and turned to look at them coolly.
"Or do you think I wouldn't know, the forr right hand of the Duke of Sam'an?" After saying this, the n there fell silent and nodded softly.
They knew the kind of man they had in front of them. One of the most curious people in Sam'an City. A nobleman who made a na for himself in the war because of his tactics. He was aggressive, extrely ambitious, and a powerful Sorcerer. While it is true that he had been out of service for many years, part of the na the Duke of Sam'an had earned was due to the help this man had offered him.
He is a powerful governnt man whom even King Sariel respects despite being one of those who was with the forr King.
They had no choice but to nod. "Sir, we will find those bastards and kill them." After saying this, they turned around and planned to leave.
Even so, suddenly, the door burst open.
"Sir, I think we found the bastards!"
The nobleman's eyes flashed. "Where are they!?"
"There are possibly two of them. We were able to identify Carion Westwood, the one we believe was behind the thieves' mission frustration!"
"Where are they!?" He repeated, but this ti with more force, causing the two who had just entered to flinch.
"They're in the training center we're using. The boys today were unable to implant the poison in anyone. They ran into a powerful foreigner who has taken them down; we suspect he's from Nithim."
The nobleman shuddered in a bad way then and jumped towards them.
"Why the fuck don't you just say it from the beginning!?" Enraged, he almost hit one of them, but soone stopped him.
"We don't have ti, let's go fast!" after his shout, many of them ran, even the man who was going to be hit, causing the nobleman to beco enraged, but he nodded and followed them closely.
They were quite powerful and quite close, so they arrived relatively quickly.
"Where are they? I don't sense them nearby." Said the nobleman, frowning.
The n leading them were shocked but quickly found one person and asked.
"In the bathroom? Why on earth would they all go to the bathroom?" In shock, they hurriedly ran to the place and arrived shortly after.
Upon arrival, the nobleman was stunned for a mont before abruptly entering.
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"Sir!" many shouted in the back but followed close behind.
As soon as he entered, the guy was enraged to the limit and broke down several successive doors. Inside, he found several bodies with their throats slit, so asphyxiated, and others with various wounds all over their bodies.
All of them were dead.
"What!?" Although those behind the nobleman weren't quite up to speed on which ones were the assassins, there was no way they wouldn't recognize them when they saw their representative tattoos.
Several of them even took a few steps back, frightened.
The nobleman was shaking with anger, and after going through all the corpses, his anger reached its limit.
"What the fuck have you fucking bastards been doing!?" he shouted, as he unleashed a blow towards one of them, shattering part of his face and killing him in an instant.
"HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE ALLOWED SOTHING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSES!?"
His subordinates trembled in fear at seeing what he had done in just one blow. Fear invaded their bodies, and they did not know how to respond.
Still, that guy's screaming had just begun. He insulted them in a thousand and one ways until a strange scent reached him.
He looked up in shock and looked at two hollows that were there.
"...Earth magic... An elf." He sniffed quickly as if he were so animal and quickly found the source.
"Carion Westwood! It was them!" he snarled.
One of his subordinates quickly approached him. "Where is he? Are you sure it was Carion Westwood?"
"What? You think I'd confuse that damn elf!?"
His aggressive response caused the subordinate to shake his head quickly. "No, no, sir. That's not what I ant. I ant, where is he?"
The nobleman almost let loose a slap at this guy, but after rembering how weak they were, he restrained himself, though he still shouted.
"Do you see my fortune-telling face, you fucking bastard!?"
He was so enraged that seeing them standing there doing nothing, he felt anger growing inside him and slapped each one of them.
"Why don't you better run after those bastards? Can't you see they ran away that way!?"
Their slaps were burning, so many of them quickly fled, chasing after people they couldn't even feel. And further back, the leader ca out, trying to follow the trail, but after reaching a nearby city area, he stopped.
'I lose the trail.' His chest rose and fell in anger. He was so angry that his head fud, and after seeing that his useless subordinates couldn't find them, he growled and raised his voice.
"Damn Carion Westwood and whoever your companions are. I will find them sooner or later and murder them in the worst possible way."
But, even though he said that, no one should be able to hear him because they had desolated this place before, and he dared to show himself was only for that.
They did not expect that their enemies would use the places they had desolated to flee and disappear from their perceptions.
Soon after, the nobleman disappeared, running to look for these guys so as not to get into bigger trouble.
Just then, in one of the nearby houses, Klaus closed the curtain covering a window and frowned.
"You know him? He nad you directly." He said, looking at Carion, who was deadly exhausted beside him.
He had to struggle against one of those guys because it cost him to assassinate him, so he had to recover before running further, but he nodded.
"He's a high-ranking noble from the city. I heard he was one of the nobles who supported Nithim Twice under the table. I didn't expect him to actually be on the other side. Surely that's why he knows my na; he must be a traitor to the organization, " he replied.
Klaus nodded, understanding his words.
"What is the reason Nithim Twice fights Fallen Leaf? Do you know?" he asked suddenly, sitting close to him.
"No." Carion shook his head in frustration. "I'm not high enough level to know. Moving up the rank ladder within the organization is very complicated, and that's information only the leaders know."
"Then why are you fighting for it? Entering Nithim Twice doesn't seem like a wise idea to , being the way you are."
"What am I like?" he asked, Carion, doubtful.
"You're not a fighter, and although you have sorcerer talent, I can see that, despite being 30 years old, you have no combat experience. It's uncommon to see that kind of person in organizations with as many enemies as this one."
"Oh, you an that..." Carion sighed and lowered his head to look at the ground.
"Originally, I was just a stay-at-ho dad. I lived with my wife and daughter. But that was in the past. One day, powerful people attacked us, and my family died. I vowed revenge with the corpse of my wife and daughter in my arms; that's why I'm here." He was simple and calm as he spoke.
Guided by his words alone, it seed that he could already control that pain with ease. But if soone looked into his eyes, they would realize this was not the case.
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