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After Morin left, Carlos looked at Wesley, who had been staring at him the whole time, and felt a bit helpless.
"If you have questions," he said, "just ask."
"...I just feel like none of this is very reliable," Wesley thought for a moment before speaking.
"Why?" Carlos picked up a gun from the table and began checking it as he spoke.
"Because what we're about to do feels impossible? Or because what we're doing now is nothing like what you imagined?"
"...Both," Wesley admitted, nodding hesitantly.
"As for what we're about to do," Carlos said calmly, "I wouldn't have brought you into this if I wasn't confident."
"You think it's impossible, but in reality... the Fraternity of Assassins has fewer than a hundred people now."
Wesley: "???"
How did an organization with two thousand years of history end up like this?
Sensing his confusion, Carlos continued. "Do you remember what I told you in the car about the Fraternity's principles?"
"Freedom, fate, and... killing one to save thousands," Wesley recalled.
"Yes," Carlos said. "Then you should understand how hard it is to stick to beliefs like that."
"Over the years, even though they won the war against the Templars, the assassins themselves paid a heavy price."
"With no enemies, there's no struggle. And without struggle, new blood dries up."
He paused.
"That doesn't mean our task is easy."
"Even with fewer than a hundred people, the Fraternity of Assassins is still one of the few organizations in the world you shouldn't provoke."
"Every assassin has strong combat ability and an assassin bloodline like ours. The difference is how long they can maintain it, and how strong the boost is."
"So no, it's not impossible," Carlos said.
"But it's far from easy."
"And we can still recruit people who believe in the assassin creed. All of that takes time."
Carlos placed the gun back on the table.
"As for what we're doing now..."
"I can guess what you're thinking," he continued.
"You probably imagined the world of killers like the movies."
"Open and flashy. Expensive cars. Beautiful women. Suits and sunglasses."
"Kill with a smile. Walk away clean."
Carlos shook his head.
"Most people who think like that are idiots, Wesley. They don't survive to see tomorrow."
"There are a few who can reach that level," he admitted. "But they're extremely rare."
"Even I wouldn't dare do that."
"Everything you want has to be earned," Carlos said evenly.
"That's why I never wanted to bring you into this world."
"You have to work ten times harder than normal people. Sometimes a hundred times harder."
"And you have to gamble your life just to become that one-in-a-million Master Assassin."
"Your talent is strong," he said.
"But talent alone is nowhere near enough."
"You still need to train. Relentlessly. Just to reach what you imagine."
"Even you can't?" Wesley asked, surprised. In his eyes, Carlos was already incredibly strong.
"I can't," Carlos replied without hesitation.
"If I could, I wouldn't be like this."
If he truly had reached that level, he wouldn't have been so afraid for Wesley's safety that he never dared to appear in his life.
"Then..." Wesley hesitated. "What about Mr. Morin?"
"He..."
Carlos remembered the moment Morin dodged a bullet fired from just a few meters away.
The speed so fast that even with his assassin bloodline active, he hadn't been able to see it.
The gun taken from his hand.
The presence suddenly behind him.
"He's one of the few."
Late at night.
Inside a villa.
Thump.
Bang.
A light click, followed by an unmasked gunshot, shattered the silence.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you stopping me?"
Fox was on high alert, staring at the man who had shot down her bullet and stopped her from killing her target.
"I'm very sorry," Morin said with a smile. "But Fox-this man is my target."
He glanced at the man who had been jolted awake and was now trembling, then knocked him out with a punch to keep him from interfering.
"You're not an assassin," Fox said, frowning. "I've never seen you before."
"An assassin?" Morin lifted the handgun in his hand, signaling her to stay calm, then sat down nearby.
"You mean the organization that claims to 'kill one to save thousands'?"
"Why would you think that?"
On the list Carlos had given him, there were both recent kills and upcoming targets.
Fox's target was on that list.
That was why Morin was here.
"Only someone with the strongest assassin bloodline could do what you just did," Fox said. She didn't lower her gun.
"You're not an assassin. So who are you?"
"Me?" Morin said casually. "I'm just a killer."
"The man you were about to kill... was my target."
"A killer?" Fox sneered.
"You look down on killers," Morin said with a smile. "Why, Miss Fox? Aren't we the same?"
"We're not," Fox said coldly.
"You kill for money. I kill for faith."
"To save the world."
"This pharmaceutical CEO is monopolizing drugs and pricing them beyond what ordinary people can afford."
"The Loom of Fate guided me," she said. "Killing him is a good deed."
"And you?" Fox shot back.
"You're here for his bounty."
"Take his head and leave, killer. For your pitiful reward."
"All I need is for him to die."
She slowly stepped back, preparing to leave.
"I have to say," Morin said, pulling several documents from inside his coat,
"I deeply respect your faith and persistence."
"But sometimes," he continued calmly,
"choosing the wrong target leads you to do the wrong thing."
"What do you mean?" Fox frowned. "My target is wrong? He's innocent? Impossible."
"If you're that sure," Morin said, raising the documents,
"then you might want to take a look at these."
"Your investigation wasn't wrong," he added.
"You just stopped at the first layer."
"Maybe," Morin said quietly,
"you should look beneath it."
"And see what kind of truth is hiding there."