“I’m just kidding… geez,” Aisa sighed before disappearing into a cloud of snow, her sparking limbs returning to normal.

…

(Aisa POV)

“Hey~… You can’t keep running,” I teased the woman around my age who desperately ran away from me, blood leaking from a gaping hole in her abdomen.

She was already going to die, so why make it harder on herself? I mean, if I was here, I would’ve just offed myself.

“I have… to… escape….” She continuously muttered to herself as she ran deeper and deeper into the city, her foggy eyes clouded with undying motivation.

Even as I stepped in front of her, it was like she couldn’t see me as she ran into my chest, her blood-stained shoes just sliding against the sidewalk… a truly pitiful sight.

Ksh

“You’re gonna die… why prolong it?” I muttered as the woman slumped into my chest, her head pressing against me, being the only thing supporting her up.

“They’re gonna kill my sister. If I don’t succeed, they’re going to kill my sister….” She muttered, finally leaking a different thing.

“Who’s going to kill your sister?” I asked while setting her down on the ground, crouching in front of her with glowing yellow eyes.

My nose was practically touching hers, but her cloudy eyes that had lost all vision just stared through me as if I wasn’t there in the first place.

“My family… They’re going to kill her if I don’t succeed….” She muttered before coughing up a mouthful of blood that sprayed my face.

Goddammit…. I don’t need useless information like that. Give me something I can work with…

“How many of there are you in the mansion? Was it just you four?” I asked, trying my hardest to take advantage of this woman’s mentally weak state.

Slowly, she muttered something, but it was too soft for me or maybe even her to make out.

“Huh? You gotta speak louder,” I said but all of a sudden, the woman’s expressionless face tilted upwards into a small smirk.

Her right hand came up in front of our faces, and her middle finger was slowly wound up, pressed right against my face.

“Fuck yourself,”

SHING

And so, her head went flying with me being unable to obtain any useful information… or so I thought as once her body flopped over, a small item slipped out of her tiny pocket.

In fact, I didn’t even see the pocket as it was practically pressed against the clothes in order to minimize air friction.

“Well, let’s see this sister of yours,” I smirked before absorbing the pocket watch into my storage ring and returning to where Orion was currently resting.

…

“You good?” I asked as Orion was slumped over against the small wall bordering the edge of the roof, and a thousand feet drop just inches away.

“Yeah… Ugh… I might not have fully recovered yet. The speech skill took so much out of me that I couldn’t move my legs a few minutes ago,”

“Well, you can move them now, right?”

“I can, but… *sigh*… Anyway, did you obtain any other information that we can use? I really want to go back now,” Orion complained, so I tossed him the pocketwatch I obtained a few minutes ago.

“Let’s sit here for a few more days and see how this war between the captives and the captures unfolds,” I muttered before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“Snipers shouldn’t smoke. It will reveal our location….”

“I doubt they even know we’re here yet… but we should move to a different location quickly,”

I sparked another cigarette and tossed both the lighter and pack to Orion, who reluctantly slipped one out and let the disgusting fumes fill his lungs.

For the next few days, we watched the Bonebloom household with their little assistants completely suppress the rebellion.

Of course, all of the people from the warehouses were slaughtered like pigs, but at least that bought us some time to pick out some of the other helpers who were stationed at this mansion-turned base.

We moved to a drastically different location every hour, even if we didn’t take the shot or even find a target.

And on the final day of our stay, we managed to pick off one of the Bonebloom children, which would greatly help Orme in the climb for power later on… I just hope he doesn’t disappoint us.

“Alright, you got everything?” Orion asked.

“Yep, let’s get the hell out of here,”

…

(Orion POV)

As soon as we arrived back at the Wony household, I met up with Orme, who had completely collected himself and reverted to his normally calm demeanor.

But, deep down, I knew he was **ting his pants.

“Are you nervous about competing against your siblings?” I asked Orme, who sat at the kitchen table and slumped into his chair.

Most of the time, the next head is crowned by using the eldest sibling, who is usually used under the jurisdiction of an elder of the family… but they’re all gone.

They either died or fled the city by being smuggled elsewhere.

So, the kids would have to find the head inheritance, which is kept somewhere around the perimeter of the city.

I’m sure the others are already on the lookout as the treasure inside this inheritance is said to give you complete control over swords.

Think of becoming a Sword Master almost instantly.

“Once I become the head… everything will be mine, right?”

That’s the spirit! Think like that more so you’re distracted by other things! No need to think so hard when I’m around!

“Of course… You’ll practically be the ruler of Amlas,”

But, you might be wondering why we ourselves aren’t going to find it by ourselves. Well, it’s simple.

The Bonebloom family has small tombs with their ancestors placed in them around the city and in one of them, buried deep within one of them, is the treasure.

And the Bonebloom children all know where these tombs are… how wonderful.