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"Sir, I have a question."
Just as Morin was about to leave completely with Fox, Eyre-despite his fear-asked out of curiosity,
"Are you... really a killer?"
Why would a killer spare him, kill the assassin sent after him, and only ask him to lower the price of his drugs in the end?
Was someone like that really a killer?
Morin had clearly decided to let him live, so Eyre found the courage to ask.
"Right now," Morin said, "I am a killer."
He stopped.
The pale moonlight spilled in from outside, falling on him and making him look almost unreal.
"But I walk in darkness," Morin continued calmly,
"and my heart is toward the light."
"I want to restore a bright order to this world. A world shrouded in darkness, where order is on the verge of collapse."
"In the near future," he said,
"you may call me-a Templar."
With that, Morin left with Fox, his pace slightly faster than usual.
For no particular reason.
"It was so embarrassing..."
Morin had the sudden urge to turn around and silence Eyre.
He wasn't trying to act cool like a pretentious teenager just now. He was simply practicing a speech that a Templar might have to give in the future.
The result was obvious.
He suffered from severe secondhand embarrassment.
"I still need to slowly get used to this," Morin thought.
"Right now there's only one audience member. Later on, there will be..."
"A Templar... bringing order..." Eyre murmured to himself.
After a long moment, he made a decision.
Inside the abandoned factory being used as a training base, wails and groans echoed continuously.
"Ah! Are you serious?!"
"How can you be this ruthless?!"
"Are you even my father?!"
Wesley was covered in bruises from Carlos's beating. Some parts of his body had been cut by sharp objects and were bleeding.
Earlier, when Carlos said they could begin training, Wesley had been full of anticipation.
What kind of training would it be?
Would he finally get to use a gun?
Even though guns weren't illegal in the United States, Wesley didn't have the money to buy one or to go to a shooting range.
Then he asked Carlos.
Carlos answered with a single phrase while wrapping bandages around his fists.
"Beat you up."
Then he punched him.
Wesley was immediately dazed.
After that came knives, brass knuckles, and every weapon Carlos had previously taken out-except guns and anything that could cause permanent damage.
No wonder Wesley was in such a miserable state, questioning whether Carlos was really his father.
Carlos ignored him and kept hitting.
Wesley couldn't take it anymore.
Carlos hadn't tied him up during the beating.
At first, Wesley thought it was his own fault. Combined with Carlos's identity, he didn't dare fight back and just endured it.
But now, he had reached his limit.
In a surge of anger, he activated his assassin bloodline and threw a punch straight at Carlos's face.
Carlos was caught completely off guard.
The punch landed solidly.
Feeling the sharp pain, Carlos froze for two seconds before reacting and looking at Wesley.
How dare you sneak attack me without saying anything?!
How dare you hit your own father?!
Young man, you should reflect on your actions-
No. I'm teaching you a lesson right now.
Carlos stopped holding back.
His next punch sent Wesley flying to the ground. Wesley didn't get up for a long time.
"Ah!!!"
Wesley lunged forward, tackling Carlos to the ground, fists raining down as he vented years of pent-up resentment.
Carlos fought back just as fiercely.
A father hitting his son was only natural.
But a son hitting his father?
Unacceptable.
So the two of them fought.
After a while...
When Morin returned, carrying Fox, he saw the scene.
Wesley lay on the ground like a dead fish, his face covered in blood, barely breathing.
Carlos stood nearby with a swollen, bruised face, hands on his hips, panting.
"Shit. I almost didn't win!"
Morin: "..."
What is going on here?
I recruited allies, not mortal enemies.
"Ahem." Morin cleared his throat and walked over with Fox.
"What happened?"
"As you can see," Carlos said. "He dared to fight back."
"I mean," Morin said slowly, rubbing his temples,
"how did it even come to this? Is this your way of bonding with your son?"
"No," Carlos replied seriously.
"I was starting his training. First, I beat him up. Then I give him a cell repair fluid bath to build tolerance and purge toxins from his body."
"Right," he added. "Do you have any cell repair fluid?"
"...," Morin fell silent.
"Can I say that I only know such a thing exists," he said carefully,
"but the formula was lost a long time ago?"
Carlos: "???"
"I thought you had some!" Carlos looked completely stunned. He winced as he touched his face.
"Isn't this a training base? Without that, how do you plan to train him?"
"I thought you had it, so I didn't ask," Morin said innocently.
"Fuck!" Carlos cursed.
"I have some in my luggage, but it's only enough for two uses..." He paused and looked at Fox.
"Who are you holding? Fox? Did you catch her?"
"As you can see," Morin said, tossing Fox onto the ground like a sack of trash.
"I wanted to have a proper talk with her, but her acceptance level seems... low."
"Fox... the Fox," Carlos said.
"She has purer faith than I do."
Carlos's mouth twitched. He winced again, then walked over to a bag and pulled out a large packet of white powder.
"I don't think she'll join the Templars."
"I'm not forcing her," Morin replied calmly.
"All I need is her help to bring down the Fraternity of Assassins. After that, she can choose whatever she wants."
"...Then why should we?" Carlos asked indignantly.
"If you really plan to survive in this world with your son like this," Morin said with a frank smile,
"I have no objections."
"I never force anyone."
"But Carlos," he continued,
"are you really going to do that?"
"No!" Carlos's face darkened. He realized he had no way to refute Morin at all.
"So I'm not forcing you," Morin said lightly.
"You just need to join the Templars. It's a mutually beneficial relationship."
He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the white powder in Carlos's hand.
"That's the repair fluid material?"
"Yes. You just soak it in water and it's ready..." Carlos looked around, sighed, and asked directly,
"Is there anything here that can replace a bathtub?"