After all the hassle of the dungeon, I thought of taking a break. Rud didn't ask me anything, and as for Raven, I don't know what he's doing right now. Perhaps he's been bound to the tree for so long that he doesn't even want to stay in my room. I did tell him to bring Poppy, but I'm not sure if he listened to me or not. I was lying on my bed, shutting my eyes to get some rest. Suddenly, I heard something move. The footsteps were silent, as if the person was skilled at hiding their presence. If it were a servant or anyone else, they wouldn't have to hide. The intruder moved cautiously, each step slow and deliberate, trying to conceal their presence as much as possible. The air seemed to thicken with tension as the unknown figure approached, leaving me on edge, unsure of what to expect next.
i was covering my face with blanket as the person approached me i immeditately pushed my blanket and throw the pillow on him. he had knife in his hand and covered his face. it will be too late to call anyone. looks like i need to deal with him onmy own. "who are you? why were you tryong to kill me?" i asked the masked man. the masked didn't looked like professional killer ofnot i wouldve died till now. he tried to attack me using his aura on the blade. he took twop step back and came running upto me to stab but i pushed him away. "why don't you say anything and keep attacking me?" he doesn't speak anything but he keeps attacking me. i don't where did he came from. he stood immediately and ready to try his third attempt. i took the vase and hit him on his head. his head started to bleed and fell down. "rud! anybody here come fast" i shouted in panic i never killed any human before my hand was trewmbling, i couldn't shake of this feeling.
I covered my face with the blanket as the person approached me. I immediately pushed the blanket aside and threw the pillow at him. He had a knife in his hand and his face was covered. It would be too late to call for anyone. Looks like I need to deal with him on my own.
"Who are you? Why were you trying to kill me?" I asked the masked man. He didn't look like a professional killer; if he were, I would've been dead by now. He tried to attack me using his aura on the blade. I took two steps back as he came running at me to stab, but I managed to push him away.
"Why don't you say anything and keep attacking me?" He remained silent but continued his assault. I didn't know where he came from. He quickly stood up, ready for his third attempt. I grabbed a vase and hit him on the head. His head started bleeding, and he fell down.
"Rud! Anybody here, come fast!" I shouted in panic. I had never killed a human before. My hand was trembling, and I couldn't shake off this feeling.
I don't know what this feeling is; is it fear or guilt? I don't even know this man. Rud and some servants came rushing in. "What happened, Mr. Angel?" I was still shaking and trembling, unable to relax at all.
"Check to see if that man is dead. He attacked me, so I knocked him down with that vase." The vase, porcelain and broken into pieces, lay on the ground, its flowers mixed with blood. Rud checked if the person was bleeding.
"Relax, he's still alive." my body got relaxed a bit. the servants started to clean everything. Rud removed the assassin's mask.
Rud uncovered the assassin's face, revealing a man who appeared to be in his 40s. He seemed quite familiar. "I think I know him, but I don't know where I saw him," I muttered.
Rud lifted the weapon and observed it. "You're lucky you didn't get stabbed. You should have just killed this man; he was trying to kill you. Do you see, he came prepared? He applied poison on the edge of the knife and the tip of the knife. If it had even touched you slightly, you would've died either by poisoning or by stabbing."
He was right, but I had never thought of killing someone, especially a human. "I am here to avenge these humans, and these humans are attacking me. I even fought with God for them." I doubted my decision. Did I do the right thing by defending them? Then I thought maybe I was overthinking it. I don't think he tried to kill; perhaps he is trying to kill the body of this person. They think that I am Arnold.
I thought of taking it slowly, but it seems I can't overlook it anymore. I forgot that I don't carry just one, but two identities. I have to set aside my identity as Angel for now and focus on living as Arnold.
"Rud, can you help me with something?" I asked, knowing I could rely on him for assistance.
"What help do you need, Mr. Angel?" Rud responded, ready to assist.
I decided to start by investigating Arnold's family. "Check the background and inform me about Arnold's house. What's currently going on in Arnold's house?
"There must be something going on that I'm unaware of," I mused. "I can't overlook it anymore."
I was determined to investigate and catch the culprit behind the assassination attempt. It was clear that someone had a motive for targeting me as Arnold, and I needed to uncover the truth. With Rud's assistance, I hoped to unravel the mystery and protect both my identities from any further threats.
"master the assassin" the servant came to us running and was breathing heavily. "what happened? did he run away?" i asked. "no he killed himself" we could've reached to the culprit but he killed himself. "now what should we do?" i wonder and had no idea. "it's ok, we can still find out leave it all upto me" rud rest assured.
"Master!" Another servant hurried over. "Someone is shouting and calling your name very loudly."
I wondered who it could be. Maybe it wasn't me they were calling for, but Rud. "Looks like someone is calling for you," the servant suggested.
"No, it's you. He's definitely shouting your name," another servant chimed in.
I couldn't figure out who was looking for me and what they could want. I followed the sound of the voice until I reached a couch where a person was sitting with their back to me. As I approached, they seemed oddly familiar, and a sense of recognition washed over me.
"Arnold, my son, where were you? I was looking for you. Do you know how worried I was?" An older man in his 40s stood up and hugged me.
"Who are you?" I pushed him away, feeling a surge of confusion.
"Arnold, I am your foster father. I cared for you. Did you hit your head or something? Why don't you remember me?" The realization dawned on me; it was Arnold's uncle and foster father.
"Why should I go to that house? It doesn't even belong to me. I don't remember any sweet memories of you with me. Did you ever treat me as your son? I am not your son. My father is dead. Don't try to be my father," I declared firmly. Something didn't sit right with me; his sudden change of heart felt fishy.
"No, son, don't be like this. Look, I brought your favorite milkshake," he said, offering it to me.
I immediately threw it away. "You don't even know what I eat. Are you trying to kill me?" I accused, my anger boiling beneath the surface. Despite his obvious frustration, he managed to control his emotions, but I could read the turmoil on his face.
"Come home, and I will treat you well," he pleaded, tears welling in his eyes.
"Stop those crocodile tears," I retorted, refusing to be swayed by his emotional manipulation. I couldn't believe that after what he did to Arnold, he wanted to put everything back together.
"Don't do this," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion.
"My mind is telling me not to believe you; something feels fishy. I don't see a single memory of Arnold being happy," I stated firmly, my resolve unwavering.
"Don't call me father, that's what you said, right? Well, today I am saying the same to you. Don't call me son anymore," I concluded, severing any remaining ties between us.
"You come now when I needed a father's love? Where were you when I needed you?" I challenged, my voice laced with frustration and hurt. "And you don't even know what I eat. I was lactose intolerant; how could a milkshake become my favorite thing?" I shook my head, incredulous at his lack of understanding.
I had witnessed it all in Arnold's memories. He hadn't even gotten to celebrate his birthday. Now, suddenly, his foster father appeared, claiming to offer fatherly love. It didn't make sense to me. Why now? What was his motive? These questions swirled in my mind as I confronted the man who had failed Arnold when he needed him the most.
"No, he's not going anywhere," a familiar voice interrupted. It was Nara, my savior. "I know why you want him now. It's because you're not the CEO anymore, and your company has been overtaken by his maternal grandfather."
Nara's words cut through the tension like a knife. "How cheap of you," she added, her voice dripping with disdain for the man who had suddenly reappeared in Arnold's life.