Be part of a family of Assassins? What Hu-!

Chapter 2

Yonaka/Me: Cale is not like in canon, don't you like it? Go away and don't read!

[...] - thoughts
《...》 - dialogues from the past/memories or dreams

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¤ It's been two weeks ¤

Cale is back in the library. He heard someone come in and called him. The call distracted the red-haired one from reading a book in another language to studying it. — Young master. Yes, Ron? It was Ron. 

The same murderous butler who raised Cale from the cradle.

  His behavior has changed over the past two weeks. He no longer smiled that strange smile and she became more sincere or what? Never mind. 

Your friend will be here soon. - Friend? Cale asked with a questioning eyebrow. Yes, Eric Wilsman. - A, clear. Where is he now? "He will arrive at the estate in half an hour. [Are you doing some kind of task for the assassin again, or what? And then how do you know if he is still so far from the estate?] 

Cale thought, looking at Ron. The boy put a bookmark in the book and put the item on the table. Getting up from the seat, the boy said: - I would take a walk, but I need money. "I will go to the treasury, young master. "Yes, and," Cale paused, "please don't follow me." Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, but when he saw the expression on the boy's face, he only smiled and left, bowing. Leaving the library, he again remembered the words of the mother of this puppy. When he and his son fled from the house they had captured, they met this lady. She was

already pregnant and she suggested to them, "《I'll give you a place to live and work on the estate, and in return you...》" she paused, "《If something happens to me and my husband stops paying attention to our child and him If you don't want to establish communication with your father, then you will run away with him with money to a small house in the thicket, which I will give you. Will it do? 》

 Ron, remembering this again, thought that the now-dead countess predicted the future because everything was said with great accuracy. He had already discussed plans with his son, and he was not opposed, because the young master was not disgusting to him. On the contrary, he was something sweet, and even more so Beacrox always wanted a younger brother. 

It remains only to ask the puppy himself. Beacrox, initially, was against this idea, but looking after the boy from afar, I wanted to get closer to him. After a while and many conversations with his father, for some reason he developed an older brother complex. Where? Hell knows. Where? Hell knows. Where? Hell knows.

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¤ A couple of days later ¤

Cale flipped though I have already read a quarter of the entire library. He immediately removed one-fourth from the mental list "in the plans", because those were fairy tales. Although there may be hints of something ancient in them, most of this is fiction. The door opened and footsteps were heard. Cale, already knowing who it was, did not look away from the book in

 Paeren. Ron walked over to him and handed him a tray of lemon tea, which was obvious from the smell. Cale, without looking away from the book, is about the creation of the Northern Kingdom and its inhabitants. He noticed the familiar name as he took his first sip. Cloppe Sekka. [I hope I never meet him. This is unlikely because I am not a background character and am associated with two minor characters - Molan.] - Cale. Yes, Ron? Over the past time here, they have become slightly closer.