Merely Existing

Chapter 14: Lost Memories

Beleth's POV

At that time, all of us were shocked. Everyone could guess that 'Jackson' was her father's family name from the previous hints and I knew it way before when we first met, but for her family to be targeted by Zeraphians was....well, forget calculations, it was even beyond imagination.

So it was little wonder that all of us remained speechless and blank as the man vigorously bit his tongue.

And yet, the person who was directly involved did not have a flicker of response. She showed no surprise, shock or any other emotion and even maintained the same calm presence. In other words, she chose not to stop the man from killing himself, instead coolly watched his death.

"Why didn't you stop him?" I asked genuinely confused. The man still possessed valuable information which he was just not willing to share. It was possible to drug him up so that he will spill it out.

"He was a coward. That's why he leaked that much information in the first place. But he was willing to die in order to protect the last bit of it. I simply let him keep his last shred of pride." she replied without special sentiments, " I also believe that an assassin's value is not judged by how he lived but how he died. Won't you agree, Beleth?"

I gave her a solemn nod.

True. Assassins live their lives like scum, taking orders, taking lives, lurking in the shadows....the least they can do is to not let their deaths be meaningless. Or else their existence would be erased, without a soul knowing their deeds whether good or bad.

After that she left.

Yes, she just stood up and walked away not giving us a second glance. Leaving me to take care of the stone statues....er...I meant, the people in the room.

It was not particularly a hard job though.

The princes and their servants were escorted to the guest rooms in silence. One of the maids stepped forward with a fancy leather suitcase and presented it to the blonde who took it with a quite thanks. He didn't leave immediately, but he stayed back to converse with the boss of Din and Drake Corporation, Blacky's grandfather that is. Apparently, they made sort of business deal and he left after shaking hands with the boss. I scowled at that sight. After all, this meant I would be seeing more of his yellow head due to his 'work'.

Finally, everyone was cleared out of the way---- oh right, there was still an idiot left. He was standing right beside me with a carefree look on his face. As if him being here was the most natural thing ever.

I stared at him, hoping he would get the message and leave. He stared back......blankly.

My stare turned into a glare, every fibre of my being was sending him strong vibes that pronounced 'Get the hell out of here!'. And so finally, the idiot opened his mouth-----

"Take me to your leader."

"What are you? An alien?!" I smacked his head. Having this imbecile beside Blacky was just unacceptable!

"Hey! You have no right to hit me, the only one that can do that is my master!" the idiot protested.

"Oh? Sorry, but as long as I'm stronger than you, you can't stop me." I gave him a wicked smirk, immensely enjoying the superiority I had over him.

"Well, my master said I could surpass you! So I'm going to train super hard starting right now! Take me to my master!!!" he started yelling passionately with fire in his eyes.

I really wanted to stomp that fire out. Seeing a few shoe-prints on his idiotic face would probably ease my annoyance.

Wait. I shouldn't be so rash. If there was one thing I had learned during the time spent as an assassin, it was to not act on your emotions. Think. What would Blacky do in such a situation?