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"Uh..."
Wesley opened his eyes with great effort.
His limbs were tightly restrained. His head couldn't move at all.
As his muddled thoughts cleared, memory rushed back in.
He had been beaten until he lost consciousness.
"You're awake?"
Morin appeared in his field of vision.
"Where am I?" Wesley tried to move his eyes, struggling to see what was holding him down. "What happened?"
"You're inside a cell repair fluid," Morin said.
His tone was awkward.
"This fluid helps your white blood cells repair all your injuries."
As he spoke, he studied a formula on a sheet of paper, clearly trying to understand it himself.
It was a setting he didn't fully believe in.
Carlos hadn't had much of the fluid in reserve, so he'd handed Morin the formula and told him to prepare more.
Ordinary Fraternity assassins didn't have access to this.
But Carlos had been a Master Assassin.
So he did.
As for the materials-
The Continental Hotel provided that kind of service.
As long as you had enough gold, the Continental could supply almost anything.
"Oh, right," Morin added. "It can also partially remove toxins from your body."
"Toxins?" Wesley looked confused. "Why don't I know about that?"
"All medicine has side effects," Morin said. "You've been taking tranquilizers for years to suppress your assassin bloodline. Did you really think there wouldn't be consequences?"
He frowned at the paper.
Then gave up.
He crumpled it into a ball, brought his palms together, and it vanished.
"Of course," Morin added, "this stuff works best when you already have injuries."
"What?" Wesley recalled what Carlos had done earlier. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"You'll have to ask him," Morin shrugged, then called out, "Carlos, Wesley's awake. Come pull him out."
"Coming."
Carlos sighed, abandoning his attempt to persuade a grim-faced Fox, and walked over.
"How is it?" Morin asked, even though he already knew.
"Not good," Carlos shook his head. "I don't think there's much hope."
"Alright," Morin touched his chin and nodded. "Looks like I'll need another method."
"...You're not planning to use force, are you?" Carlos frowned. "That would only make her less willing to join us."
"Of course not," Morin said, eyes wide. "Do I look like someone who likes violence?"
("..." + nods) Ă—3
Carlos nodded.
Wesley nodded.
Fox nodded.
They were perfectly synchronized.
Wesley even shifted slightly inside the cell repair fluid, which had already begun to solidify.
He hadn't seen Morin's methods personally.
But Carlos's evaluation was enough.
In his mind, Morin was already labeled a violent maniac.
Otherwise, how could someone like Carlos be so obedient?
As for Carlos and Fox-
They'd experienced it firsthand.
"You have to believe me," Morin said earnestly. "I never lie."
He paused.
"Don't believe me? Let me give you an example. Wesley, what if I get you a wife later?"
"Huh?"
Wesley was full of question marks.
Something like that... could really happen?
"Wait," Carlos suddenly felt a chill. "Are you planning to do that?"
"It kills two birds with one stone," Morin chuckled. "Makes us closer."
"Turning a colleague into a daughter-in-law. What do you think?"
"NO!" Ă—2
Carlos and Fox shouted at the same time.
Wesley-
He was still basking in pleasant shock at this unexpected blessing.
"What's so bad about it?" Morin ignored Carlos and Wesley-who was still half-stuck in the hardened repair fluid-and walked over to Fox.
He stopped in front of her.
"Look," Morin said. "That's Wesley Gibson. Carlos's son. The son of a Master Assassin."
"Sure, he doesn't look amazing. His physique isn't great. His last twenty years were completely unremarkable."
"But that doesn't mean he has no potential."
Morin spoke with absolute sincerity.
"He's going to become the new Master Assassin."
"A legend."
Wesley: "..."
It sounded like praise.
But the more he listened, the worse it felt.
Fox followed Morin's gaze and looked at Wesley, who Carlos had just pulled out of the fluid.
His face-acceptable.
Chest-average.
Abs-average.
Her eyes moved lower.
Then she was filled with contempt.
"No," Fox said flatly.
"If you agreed that easily, would my threat even be useful?" Morin spread his hands. "You remind me of a joke."
Fox's expression instantly mirrored that of the man in the joke.
She had a fear of needles.
"You wouldn't do that," Fox said, forcing herself to stay calm. "Carlos told me about the Templars."
"If you really are a Templar, you'd never do something like that."
"A Templar's duty is to maintain order," Morin said with a grin.
"And sometimes, necessary methods aren't off the table."
"All I want is for you to help us destroy the Fraternity of Assassins, Miss Fox."
"If you refuse, then you're my enemy."
"..."
Fox hesitated.
If she didn't refuse, she might be subjected to needle therapy.
If she did refuse-
It felt like betraying the Fraternity.
And fate.
"If," Fox struggled for a long time before speaking. "If what you're saying is true..."
"I will kill Sloan."
"And everyone else who intentionally or unintentionally went against the guidance of fate."
"Even myself."
"Very good," Morin nodded and untied the ropes around her.
"Then for now, we're in a cooperative relationship."
"Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word?" Fox asked, rubbing her wrists.
"If you think you can uncover the truth on your own and kill everyone," Morin said as he turned away, "then of course you can."
He walked toward the exit.
"I have some things to deal with first."
"You should get to know our other partners."
Morin hadn't had time to complete the Continental Hotel's assessment mission.
Intercepting Fox had taken priority.
Now, he would handle that.
Then he would push all the chess pieces he'd arranged over the past few days onto the board.
He was going to play a game of chess.
With every assassin force.
With every killer organization.
A game that would decide the future of this world.