Family? Found!

Family? Found!

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Can you truly find your own happily ever after? Does that really exist or is it merely a concept made to entertain people? Terrence, despite being born as a prince in the country of Anfang, had become a complete mess that one day, even an assassin paid to kill him and his siblings took pity on him, deciding to take them home. No, not really because he knew what happened, but the assassin did want company in his life, and what is better than a couple of kids training to become one as well? After collecting kids left and right, and building himself a big, yet surprisingly stable family, Terrence got a commission to kill the prince of Nuova. Wait... why can't he do it?! He is right there before his eyes? And why... why in the world is his heart beating faster than a frightened little rabbit? He... what is happening to him?
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