Episode 3. The 100-day cradle (2)
The ‘Twilight Hall’ of the Roinen Mansion, the Assassin’s Mansion.
The Roinen clan gathered in this secret banquet hall. A large table was lavishly prepared with all sorts of delicacies.
But when families are called here, they must quickly abandon any expectations of a leisurely meal.
According to long-standing tradition, this was the place where the lord’s wrath was usually poured out.
First and Second, who knew that fact, could not easily hold the fork and knife.
Even the older brother Dorian and younger brother Maphis were unable to enjoy the sumptuous meal due to the overwhelming atmosphere. They were all busy rolling their eyes rather than rolling their tongues.
But that’s their business.
I was drooling.
A steak soaked in blood and oily chicken.
It really is a pie in the sky.
Since I returned, I haven’t been able to eat food that’s worthy of that name. And it won’t be the same in the future.
While being raised as a member of the Assassin Sword Family, you must follow a thoroughly calculated diet. Such a banquet will only be possible after you reach the age of nineteen, when you have fully grown.
Clink clack clack.
For these reasons, the sound of dishes clinking that now fills the dark hall is only Gaju’s.
Mother continued eating in silence. The food in front of her gradually decreased, and the rest of the people just looked at each other.
“I thought about killing my nanny.”
Then suddenly the silence is broken.
I was in the arms of my nanny Puree, next to my mother. Puree’s whole body began to tremble at my mother’s words.
In the world of assassination, ‘death’ is an everyday word. It wasn’t difficult for my mother to say that one word and put it into practice.
“Or I was thinking about killing one of the First and Second.”
Oh, such a refreshing word.
It was a sight to behold, my half-brothers’ fathers’ faces turning as pale as the food before them.
The mother’s gaze turned towards her husbands.
The cold gaze of the assassin’s master.
Even if they were husbands, it was natural for them to feel the need to live.
“But the head of the Roinen family is an assassin, not a murderer. Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s all that tolerant.”
My eyes met my mother’s. There was still no warmth in her eyes.
“According to our family tradition, this child would be revealed only after he leaves the ‘100-day cradle.’ But your fearless actions have rendered that tradition meaningless.”
And one more word.
“Dorian, Mafis. How do you feel about seeing your brother for the second time?”
Dorian, the eldest brother, understood the meaning of the question, and Maphis, the younger brother, burst into tears because of the overwhelming atmosphere.
Eventually, the two fathers knelt before the head of the household.
“My lord!”
“Please forgive me! It was my fault.”
I laughed out loud like a newborn baby.
The contempt I felt last night has been transformed into such a delightful scene. The accumulated lumps are melting away like snow.
“There are no two warnings. If you threaten Rubin’s nanny again and do something, you’ll have an interesting story added to the family history.”
“thank you.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
The mother gave a slight nod. It meant that they should leave. The two men who had received mercy left the banquet hall in an awkward posture.
Now, only Dorian and Maphis were left at the table. They were both terrified. They looked like they were going to pee their pants at any moment.
at that time.
Clang.
Everyone was startled by the sudden noise.
What the master threw on the table was a metal button that Maphis had dropped from the cradle.
Mafis picked up the button with trembling hands. You idiot. You wouldn’t have guessed that I would have ripped it off.
A mother’s day voice fell on such a Mafis.
“Maphis. Look at me.”
“… Yes, my lord!”
“You made a fatal mistake. If this had been the mission you were given, you would never have survived. Do you understand what I mean?”
The frightened child couldn’t even say that he didn’t know. The head of the household turned his gaze to the seat next to him.
“Dorian.”
“… All of them have buttons missing.”
Then he glances up at Gaju.
Thirteen years old. Still young. Dorian couldn’t hide his expression. His face clearly showed that he thought he would be recognized since he had guessed correctly.
Dorian continued, perhaps encouraged by the silence of the host.
“The assassination attempt never leaves a trace. That was my brother’s mistake.”
That was right. It was quite logical for an idiot’s answer.
but.
“Wrong.”
That may be the answer a mother would want, but it is not the answer the head of the Roinen family of assassins wants.
At least, as I recall, Siren Roinen would have wanted a different answer in this situation.
“Dorian Roinen.”
“… Yes, Mother?”
Something a bit more brutal and raw.
An answer worthy of the continent’s greatest assassin.
“If you are truly of Roinen’s blood-”
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The most Roinen-like answer, never missing the target even once.
“-I should have killed this child then.”
Goosebumps spread across Puree’s skin as she held me. Judging by the way Dorian’s pants were getting excited, the two of them looked no different.
After saying that, Siren Roinen calmly continued eating. No one moved. It seemed like today’s dinner was just for her.
“Go out and see.”
Yes, this is exactly the way of the assassin, Roinen.
The two children were barely able to leave the banquet hall after being supported by servants. For a moment, silence filled the banquet hall.
After finishing her meal, my mother spoke into the air.
“You can come out and talk.”
At the words of the governor, two men who had been hiding in the shadows behind where Dorian and Mafis were sitting appeared.
‘Dorian and the Roynens of Maffy.’
Roynenser.
The false father and teacher of the Roinen family.
When the children of the Assassin’s Family turned eleven, they had to leave the family mansion and move to another region to live.
They live in a disguised annex under a different identity and grow into the sleight of hand of the assassination family. They can only come to the mansion when called by the family or when there is an event.
Those who take on the role of Roynens are also members of the Assassin Sword Family. They are teachers and guardians who protect and teach the children of the Roynen family.
Among the many agents of the family, only those with outstanding skills and extensive experience could become Roinensers.
“It’s been a while. I’d like to hear about the kids’ recent activities.”
At Gaju’s words, the Loinenses opened the report they had prepared.
The younger brother, Maphis’s Roynenser, stepped forward first.
“Master Mafis is currently living undercover as the son of a blacksmith. He is currently focusing on acting and weapon theory classes, and there are no signs of his dark side blossoming yet. The expected time of blossoming is fourteen years.”
“It’s miserable. What stands out?”
“He has more flaws than strengths. He is timid, follows his brother Dorian, and is somewhat authoritarian.”
Gaju frowned slightly.
But I wasn’t too discouraged. It was something I had expected. Children of geniuses tend to be particularly lacking.
This can be seen by looking at the genealogy of the assassination families of the past. If the head of the family was outstanding, the next head of the family was evaluated as being average or lacking.
“What about Dorian?”
“Last spring, I blossomed my dark aura at the age of 12 years and 60 days. I am currently focusing on teaching how to control my dark aura. The record of blossoming my dark aura at 12 years and 60 days is slightly below the average for all Roinen children.”
“It’s better than Maphis.”
I laughed out loud and acted like a baby, but I focused on Roynenser’s report.
The entire upbringing of the Roinen family is recorded.
Dorian and Mafis will go down in the history of the Roinen family as below average figures.
“I guess there’s nothing better to hear.”
The Roynens folded their report after hearing Siren’s disappointing response. After hearing the harsh criticism from the head of the household, there will be harsh training starting tomorrow.
Mother made the Roynensers step aside with a gesture.
Now the banquet hall is empty.
Mother looked around the quiet banquet hall.
What is mother feeling now?
A sense of responsibility as a head of household? Disappointment with your sons? Frustration at not being able to take care of your children to your heart’s content?
My mother’s gaze turned to me. I liked the way her eyes looked at me quietly, without saying anything.
“… … .”
At that moment, ripples appeared in my mother’s calm expression.
Mother held her left forearm, enduring the pain. A wound was briefly visible through the small gap.
It must be a scar from last night’s duel.
I expected that he would be a formidable opponent, but I never thought he would hurt the master of the assassination sword, Roinen.
‘So that was the wound I got at that time.’
A long scar on my left forearm. It was there before I returned. I just realized that it was a scar that was made around this time.
Who could the opponent be?
Who could it be that left such a lifelong scar?
I don’t know for sure, but these two things are certain.
The fact that he is at least a 7-star skilled player, comparable to his mother’s skills.
And whoever it was, there’s no way they would have survived.
