"What was she, an elf or a human? Or have you developed a new kink for dwarfs?" Lucas asked, sitting casually on a chair in front of his father, Otis, who was fixing his tie. Otis glanced at Lucas, his face a mask of irritation.
"Brat, this isn't how you talk to your father," Otis retorted, his tone dripping with disdain.
Lucas smirked, unfazed by his father's reprimand. "I guess I missed the memo on respecting a man who can't keep it in his pants."
Otis's eyes narrowed, but he ignored the jibe. "Someone attacked the family estate. We're in a bit of a rough spot right now, and we need all the manpower we can get. I've chosen you to help."
Lucas leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I'm not interested in cleaning up your mess."
Otis's lips curled into a sly smile. "I thought you might say that. So, let me sweeten the deal. I'll give you the family's most treasured lightning book—the one your grandfather studied. It contains knowledge that could make you unstoppable."
Lucas's eyes narrowed as he processed this information. The lightning book... That could be exactly what I need. I've been trying to master this deviant form, but it requires more proficiency than I currently have. This book could give me the edge I've been looking for.
"Fine," Lucas said after a moment, his arrogance still evident in his tone. "I'll help, but only because I want that book."
Otis's smile widened. "I knew you'd see reason. You may be a brat, but you're no fool."
Lucas leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What's the mission?"
Otis leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious. "It's simple. I need you to kill someone."
Lucas laughed, a smile playing on his lips. "Isn't that a bit extreme to ask your child? I haven't even killed a single ant."
Otis's eyes narrowed, unimpressed. "That act might work on someone else, but not on me. The bloodlust you carry isn't something that comes from just killing beasts. Anyway, the target is a noble's son. He's been poking into places where he shouldn't be."
"Just that?" Lucas asked, his tone almost casual.
"Yes, just that," Otis confirmed.
Lucas was about to stand up, but Otis held up a hand."Sit down, will you?"
Lucas reluctantly obeyed, sinking back into the chair. Otis gestured, and two individuals entered the office. "These will be your helpers for this mission. They'll also keep you in check to make sure you don't cause any unnecessary trouble."
Lucas examined the newcomers. "Twins?" he asked, noticing their striking similarity.
The girl nodded. They were about 16 years old, with black hair and elven ears. The boy had short, neatly trimmed hair, while the girl's hair was long and straight, cascading down her shoulders. Both had piercing black eyes.
The boy was dressed in a noble blue outfit, a finely tailored jacket adorned with silver embroidery that caught the light, giving him an almost regal appearance. His trousers were a darker shade of blue, tucked neatly into polished boots. He wore a simple yet elegant silver brooch on his lapel, signifying his noble status.
The girl's attire was equally impressive, her red dress a rich, deep hue that contrasted beautifully with her dark hair. The dress was adorned with intricate gold patterns, swirling like flames around the hem and cuffs. She wore a delicate golden necklace with a small ruby pendant that matched her dress, adding a touch of elegance to her noble look.
Lucas looked at his father with a smirk. "Who are these, your overgrown sperm?"
Otis's face tightened with disapproval. "Your language is appalling. And yes, they are your brother and sister."
Lucas whistled, impressed but unfazed. He studied Erwin and Elara more closely. Their eyes were hazy, like they hadn't had proper sleep in a long time.
Turning back to his father, Lucas asked, "So, where do you keep them?"
Otis replied matter-of-factly, "In the dungeon. That's where they train and live until they know how to kill."
"So you're making assassins." Lucas's tone was more of a statement than a question. "Father, I wanted to ask something that's been on my mind. Why did you give me special treatment? I don't exactly understand."
"Because you are a child of a royal elf," Otis answered, his tone blunt. "Your lineage. I thought you'd be much stronger, and it seemed wise to keep you in good care."
"That's it?" Lucas asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice."Yeah, that's it," Otis confirmed, his expression unreadable. "Didn't exactly got your logic but anyway."
Lucas shifted his focus back to Erwin and Elara. "What are their names?" he asked, still studying them."Erwin and Elara," Otis said, introducing them formally. "Your older brother and sister."
Lucas nodded slowly, taking in the information. The twins remained silent, their eyes never leaving him. There was a mixture of curiosity and wariness in their gaze.
"So," Lucas finally said, breaking the silence. "When do we start?"
Otis glanced at the twins and then back at Lucas. "Immediately. You'll find your target in the eastern quarter of the city. Make sure you're thorough."
Lucas, clearly irritated, spoke up, "So just for a boy, you called me from the Beast Glades while it was just around the corner?"
Otis replied calmly, "Yes, I thought you weren't busy."
Lucas's thoughts seethed, Oh, I'm so gonna punch you in the face.
Otis continued, "Well, I also wanted to see your performance."
Lucas, now completely exasperated, stood up and left the room without another word. The twins looked at Otis, their expressions a mix of confusion and obedience.
Otis grabbed his forehead, massaging his temples. "Go with him," he instructed them, his tone weary.
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