The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

Of Organizations and Ghosts

"Hmmm..." The high monk walked around aimlessly, as though she didn't even know the answer to my simple question. Just as my patience was wearing thin, she said, "The Order is a secretive organization, aimed to transfer souls into the afterlife, long before their time."

"..."

Eva smiled at me, her dimples making her look very much like a child, especially in her petite form. "I suppose that would be how I would describe the organization I lead."

"Assassination," I mumbled, my head aching a bit. "Is that it?"

"Ah, I did try to sugarcoat it since you are simply a child, but it seems I may have underestimated the knowledge of the young princess," she said, sipping at her chocolate.

I have always known there were numerous large groups offering their assassination services, but to think that I would find myself inside such a group. Although assassination was no longer as public as before, it still happened frequently these days. In fact, I would bet my father's socks that this business could be booming all the more due to the Continental Wars. I wouldn't even put it past my own Kingdom's king to use this method in his political plays.

"But then..." I muttered. "Farseer and Regina know of this too, or am I wrong?"

"Of course they know about it," Eva said. "They are two of our few oldest allies, and sometimes, our own esteemed sponsors."

I could never imagine my mentor nor the Second Magician to ever be cruel enough to murder people, but I knew there was more to this than the simple taking of lives.

"... But you are a good organization, are you not?" I asked doubtfully.

"Ha HA ha! Good?" Eva shook too much that I feared her beverage would spill over. "Oh, I don't know about that, princess. Any person who would knowingly take a life would never be good in my eyes. But, in case you doubt your guardians, then yes, the Order aims for a good cause, even through the worst of means."

I sighed in relief, although it still made me feel scared. It would have broken me to know that my own mentor was an evil man. "Then, tell me, High Monk Eva. For what great cause does your group operate for?"

"Well, that's rather a long story." She came forward, making me flinch. However, she only walked past me and sat back down on our table. "Come, sit. Our conversation might be a bit long."

I cautiously sat back down, staring at her startling violet eyes. Then, she started.

Long story short, the Order has always been an assassination organization. And no one really knows when it started to appear. The Order was large and widespread across the whole world. Many of their infamous deeds included the massacre of an entire royal family. They didn't discriminate among the young, old, and sickly. But, just as she had claimed, the deaths of their victims seem to have brought more betterment than grief. Entire new leadership systems have been born after the death of dictatorial leaders, and now, many countries have been on the path to prosperity.

Most of the members were descendants of previous members, and how these members came to be, was quite unknown. However, once in a while, new members would be sought out from the outside. Eva was one of these people as well.

"I only recall receiving a letter in my dorm at the Lunar Academy, a long long time ago," she told. "I had always been a curious little thing, and I didn't quite belong at the Academy, so there I was, bravely answering the Master's call. And, here I am, and in the outside world, I had long been proclaimed dead."

The Master she speaks of was the mysterious person who sends letters to the Order's members, usually to the head assassin herself. The high monk was the current head assassin, so she was the one to commune the most with the Master.