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Carlos was furious.
Is this really my son?
Why is he so rude?
If he hadn't been driving-and if he weren't wearing a seatbelt-Carlos would have already demonstrated some very traditional "filial education" on the spot.
"Describing it as turning from evil to good would be more accurate," Morin said quickly, steering the conversation away.
"Let's get back to the main point. The Assassin's Guild exists because they cling to-"
By the time the three of them arrived at the warehouse Morin had purchased, he had finished laying out the final part of the plan.
That was-
Taking Wesley away from his current life.
Explaining the origins and relationship between the Fraternity of Assassins and the Templar Order.
And explaining why Carlos had "turned from evil to good."
No matter how you looked at it, in this world, Wesley was a super-powered individual. More importantly, he was tied directly to Carlos.
For Morin, investing time and effort to bring Wesley in was completely worthwhile.
As for the warehouse itself, Morin had bought it outright after receiving Winston's "gift," neatly solving his funding problem.
Money made the world go round.
All Morin had done was add ten thousand dollars to the asking price. The owner happily handed over the keys within an hour and asked no questions.
"From now on, this will be your training ground," Morin said.
"Your talent is strong, Wesley. You just don't know how to use it yet."
"Talent..." Wesley recalled the scene where he had clearly seen bullets flying slowly through the air, colliding mid-flight.
"You mean that strange ability? The thing you call the assassin bloodline?"
"Yes. The assassin bloodline," Morin nodded. "It can also be called the knight bloodline."
"From what I told you earlier about the origins of the Templar Order and the Fraternity of Assassins, you should understand something."
"We're fundamentally the same kind of people. We just chose different ideals."
"When this talent activates, your heart rate exceeds four hundred beats per minute, and a massive amount of adrenaline floods your bloodstream."
"That allows you to see more clearly, react faster, and exert greater strength."
Morin continued calmly.
"But it comes with side effects. In that state, you need to burn off the heat your body generates through intense activity."
"Otherwise, the excess heat will cause symptoms like loss of focus and accelerated blood flow."
"So that's why I thought it was anxiety?" Wesley asked. "Because the symptoms are similar?"
"Yes," Morin replied. "Before you're fully exposed to the reality of this world, you need to learn to control your talent."
"It's a talent no weaker than your father's."
"So what should I do?" Wesley asked.
"Your father knows this better than I do," Morin said, turning to Carlos. "After all, he's a Master Assassin..."
What Morin meant was-
It wasn't that he couldn't perform the curved bullet shot.
He was just respecting physicists everywhere and choosing not to demonstrate it.
That's right.
Absolutely not because he couldn't do it.
Besides, he still had people to recruit and fires to pass on. How could he possibly have time to teach Wesley personally?
At most, he'd observe Carlos's teaching, point out any mistakes in the curved bullet shot-
And while he was at it, compare the repair fluid formula for flaws.
And ultra-long-distance precision sniping...
Morin efficiently sorted through all the valuable skills in his mind.
"I will teach you... Wesley," Carlos said, pausing, still avoiding the word son. He was clearly uncomfortable.
"During this time, I will guide you on how to become a true assassin."
Morin: "???"
Wearing the hat of a previous dynasty while serving the current one?
How dare you.
"A Templar," Morin corrected, his expression dark.
"Oh-right, right... a Templar..." Carlos immediately amended.
Seeing this exchange, Wesley felt something was very wrong.
Recalling how Morin had explained the origins and fate of the Templar Order and the Fraternity of Assassins in the car-
"If I may ask..." Wesley looked around the warehouse, which had clearly been tidied up in a rush. The unease in his chest deepened.
"Where are the other members of the Templar Order? Aren't they coming to meet us?"
"Uh..." Morin paused. "If I'm being generous, the Templar Order currently has three members."
"...," Wesley stared, then pointed at Carlos, himself, and Morin.
"Three? And that's generous?"
"Yes," Morin nodded. "And if I'm being strict, you two are just recruits. I'm the only official Templar."
Wesley would have found out eventually. Since he'd asked, there was no harm in saying it now.
As for him running away-
Heh.
Once you're on my pirate ship, you think you can just leave?
Wesley looked at Carlos.
Carlos nodded heavily, saying nothing.
"...Is it too late for me to go back now?" Wesley finally asked.
"If you want to be captured by a group of assassins who'll torture you for our location," Morin said lightly, spreading his hands, delivering the lie so smoothly it required no preparation, "then yes. Of course."
Wesley felt despair sink in.
"So... the three of us are supposed to take down an organization with a thousand-year history?"
Even knowing he couldn't leave, the idea still felt unreal.
"What were you thinking? Are you insane?"
"We're also an organization with a thousand-year history," Morin said with a smile. "If you round it off, we're evenly matched."
He patted Wesley on the shoulder.
"And even though there are only three of us now, I'm going to recruit more people, right?"
"So for now, just accept your father's training."
"Relax. I won't send you on a suicide mission."
With that, and with everything settled, Morin left the warehouse.
He hadn't been joking.
He really was going to recruit people.
And in the process, he could also complete the assessment task he'd received from the Continental Hotel.
If everything went smoothly-
Then from this point on, Wesley would be someone Morin couldn't get rid of, even if he wanted to.