Summary:
TW!!!!!!!!!
*KIDNAPPING
*SLIGHT SWEARING
*MENTIONS OF TORTURE (NOT VIVID)
*CHILD ABUSE
PROCEED WITH CAUTION!Vicross is kidnapped!
An enemy appears?
Vicross expects the worst outcome from now on...Notes:
Previously...
Reaching the training grounds, they saw a horrifying scene even to them.
The training ground was covered in blood, and they saw unknown bodies lying about. Darla was laying injured on the ground with Beacrox crying while holding her hands. Little Vicross was nowhere in sight.
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"Sir what are we to do to the child?"
"Did you lock him up in the dungeons?"
"Yes sir, how should we proceed further?"
"Tell Persephone he can go visit the boy in two days' time. And in the meantime, keep anything and anyone from getting in contact with him. Keep him without his senses, temporarily rob him of all his senses and don't give the boy any food or water."
"Right away Count Akuma."
The count of the Akuma territory watched as his best guard walked away. He just sent half of his best men who were trained assassins out to kidnap the youngest child of the Molan Patriarch. He has been lenient for far too long with those rabbit scoundrels. The Patriarch of the Molan family, Ron Molan, has continuously refused to join his faction. He has sent assassins out to assassinate the Molan Patriarch and his bastard children but only got his own assassin's heads back.
He warned the Molan Patriarch that if he did not join his territory and become his personal butler, he would regret it. And after so long of trying to get his threats to come true, he finally did it. He kidnapped the bastard's youngest child, and he has big plans for this child.
"Yurio, how did the mission go?"
"Greetings to the Count Akuma, the mission went according to plan for the most part. The information you have given us were true to an extent. The placing of the Molan residence was as stated but the amount of people residing inside were incorrect as was their strengths and schedules. We only began running into problems when we got inside the Molan residence."
Count Akuma frowned at this. His information was wrong? Impossible. He got the information from a spy he infiltrated into the residence. The spy was placed in the most unthinkinkable place he could think of the horse stables. Did the spy get caught or did he betray him?
"What happened at the Molan residence?"
"Once we got into the residence itself, we were found immediately by some maids and butlers. We dealt with them swiftly, though they were quite capable of killing two of our men. I only sent in half the men into the residence the other half were to scout the outside. After dealing with them we encountered a pregnant lady wielding a sword. She was easily identified as a swordsmaster. We managed to knock her out as one of the men she killed stabbed her in the belly. The bodily trauma of the loss of her child caused her to faint. We found out afterwards when we were exiting the residence that she was the Molan Patriarch's sister carrying her first child."
Count Akuma was once again shocked. The maids and butlers of the Molan residence was strong enough to kill two professional assassins? And the bastard has a swordsmaster in his family?
"After exiting we came across the other half of the group fighting in what seemed to be a training ground. Nearly half the ten men sent there lost their lives by the time we arrived. The Molan Matriarch was protecting her two boys with enthusiasm. The two little boys were also able to protect themselves relatively well against the few men that remained. The youngest boy was noticeably well in the close combat training, stealth and agility. Though the older boy was not to be underestimated, he as well was quite capable in the previously mentioned fields. But he had more brute force behind his attack."
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