The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin

On the opposite side of the waste area, in the hideout of the zone members.

A guard checking on the child’s condition shook his head after a moment.

“He’s already dead. It seems like the act was committed with the intention to kill from the start. It’s been roughly an hour…”

The condition of the body made it obvious.

One arm was severed, and there were bruises all over—a body clearly bearing the marks of torture.

This child must have suffered immensely until the very end.

“Gunther!!”

Lisa, radiating anger like a roaring lioness.

Her face looked as if she was about to rush to the perpetrator and return the favor.

“Co- control yourself, Miss Lisa! Regardless of the child’s fate, shouldn’t we focus on managing the situation?”

At the mention of managing the situation, Lisa let out a meaningless, hollow laugh.

“Manage? Of course, we should! So, tell me, what should we do now to manage this situation?”

The question was asked, but no answer came back.

They had nothing else to say,

After some time, one guard spoke up after much contemplation.

“I– I don’t know if this is right to say, but shouldn’t we just stand by and do nothing?”

“What are you talking about?”

Lisa pressed for an answer.

“After all, wasn’t there a plan to deal with that boy eventually? If Gunther does it for us, wouldn’t that be a good situation for us, where we don’t have to exert ourselves…?”

Some guards nodded in agreement.

They didn’t say it, but they were somewhat thinking the same.

If the two were to fight, one would surely die.

Just watching and reaping the benefits seemed like the best course of action.

On the other hand, Lisa wore an inscrutably empty expression.

“Really? Is that truly good for us?”

The reason Gunther had drawn the boy out was simple.

To kill him.

To do so, he kidnapped a child connected to the boy, and the boy responded by seeking out Gunther.

What then?

Could Gunther really kill the boy?

Lisa felt a surge of doubt, followed by certainty.

It was almost certainly impossible.

Because, in the eyes of the boy who had headed to the waste area to find Gunther, she saw a murderous intent so vile and repugnant, unlike anything she had ever encountered before.

She felt such an alien emotion that she couldn’t even entertain the thought of the boy dying or being able to be kiledl.

“…?”

Suddenly, she sensed an unfamiliar presence accompanied by the smell of blood from behind.

“A- a guest?!”

When Lisa turned around, she thought she had seen wrong for a moment.

But soon, her heart raced, and her nerves tingled sharply.

What was this situation?

She had only blinked, and there was the boy, who hadn’t been there just a moment ago, standing right in front of her.

His face, covered in blood, still had a clear, lingering intent to kill.

“…….”

The boy, however, simply looked at the child’s corpse without any expression.

He asked nothing and said nothing.

As if merely by looking, he understood the situation.

The boy’s indifferent gaze said it all.

-Swish

After a not-so-short moment of silence, the boy finally moved.

He then took something out of his pocket and silently placed it on the child’s chest.

“Let’s vacate the room today…”

With those emotionless final words, the boy turned and walked away.

Until he completely disappeared from view, no one uttered a word.

Only a golden name tag placed on the corpse shone miserably.

* * *

How should I put it?

It wasn’t that I felt good or bad, but it wasn’t that I was without thoughts either.

It just felt a bit unfamiliar.

As I said before, I wasn’t particularly distraught over the child’s death.

I had already expected that he might be dead.

But I could tell the first time I saw the corpse.

The blood beginning to congeal and the face starting to discolor.

It seemed about an hour had passed since death.

I don’t know why, but the moment I realized that, I thought this:

If I hadn’t wasted time killing Gunther and had rushed over, could I have saved that child?

[Our master, your face has become completely gloomy. Are you perhaps regretting it?]

Kaeram seemed to enjoy mocking my appearance.

Regret.

Is this emotion I’m feeling now truly fit to be called regret?

“Kuk!”

Whether it was the thrill of a new experience or something else, I found myself laughing involuntarily.

It’s ridiculous.

For me, regret was something I last felt when I was pierced by the holy sword.

Hadn’t I vowed then?

For myself alone, to achieve everything on my own.

For me to regret my actions, that’s utterly unacceptable.

“In the end, I couldn’t call out…”

[What?]

“His name…”

I wonder if it will stay in my mind for a long time.

* * *

“Gunther is dead?”

A slight tremble came from Morris’s voice.

“Yes! The body was divided into hundreds of pieces, making it difficult to identify, but it was unmistakably Gunther!”

“What about the gravity zone?”

“It seems to be completely destroyed beyond use…”

At the mention of destruction, Morris smirked bitterly.

“I thought it ended too cheaply to be disappointing, but did that bastard end up breaking it without using it properly? Tsk, tsk. Such a waste of material…”

Morris’s reaction was more calm than expected.

After all, wasn’t he once the champion of the arena and now the ruler of the western district of Lambusta?

How could he not be surprised that he was defeated by a mere boy?

The subordinate who came to report couldn’t understand his calmness.

“So, where did this boy Cyon go?”

“He- he didn’t return to the cage. It seems like he might have vacated his room…”

-Bang!

Enraged, Morris hit the desk and exclaimed.

“What! Then he might leave the city, right?!”

“That, that’s possible but…”

The reaction was 180 degrees different from before.

“You fools! What have you been doing not keeping a close watch? He couldn’t have gone far. Go out and find that boy now! Mobilize all available personnel if necessary!”

“Yes, sir!”

The subordinate rushed out at the sudden order.

“How could we lose track of a demonic sword we’ve discovered like this! It must come into my hands no matter what!”

A strange, inscrutable smile lingered on his lips.

“Mo- Morris sir!”

Had it been about a minute?

The subordinate who had rushed out hurried back to him.

“We’ve received a message from the Delkia Bridget side!”

“Delkia? What for?”

“That boy Cyon has come to the entertainment district! She says it seems like an opportunity has come, so please come quickly…”

His hefty body swiftly rose from his seat.

“God is helping me!”

* * *

-Click-clack

The footsteps of a woman filled with urgency and anticipation echoed through the hallway.

Delkia Bridget, the manager of the eastern entertainment district.

Her luxurious makeup and attire, both flashy and modest, showcased her imposing figure.

Her face was quite restrained, but occasionally, her lips twitched with an uncontrollable smile, a sight that was quite bizarre.

Eventually, she arrived in front of a room, took a short deep breath, and opened the door.

Inside, a boy with black hair and the same proud eyes as when they first met was sitting.

“Thank you so much for accepting my invitation, Mr. Cyon…”

She bowed slightly, revealing her ample cleavage, but the boy didn’t even glance at it.

He simply looked around the room with an endlessly indifferent gaze, not focusing on Delkia.

“Did you know I would come?”

“Not to brag, but no one has ever refused to set foot here upon receiving my invitation. At least, no man has.”

However, Delkia didn’t know.

The reason this boy came to such an ill-fitting place was never in line with her thoughts.

“You look quite unwell. Is there something troubling you? Just say the word! There are many entertainments here to lighten Mr. Cyon’s mood! You will surely like them!”

Despite the offer that no man could refuse, the boy remained silent.

His indifferent gaze was fixed precisely on the floor beneath the left side of the table, where there was nothing.

“……”

A bead of sweat trickled down Delkia’s forehead, down her neck, and onto her chest.

With it, she felt the heat inside her body rising.

‘It’s dangerous. I can’t resist…’

The more she looked at the boy, the more her desire intensified.

Her appearance was like a starving lioness desperately trying to restrain herself from the prey in front of her.

-Swish

Finally calming herself, she took a small vial from her pocket.

She quietly approached a corner of the room, out of the boy’s line of sight, and began to brew some tea.

“Perhaps it would be best to calm your mind with a cup of tea for now. Feel free to say anything you wish! I’m here to listen to everything……”

As she offered the tea with a suggestive smile, the boy’s gaze finally turned towards her.

“……”

A rich floral scent wafted up with the steam rising from the tea.

After a minute of silence, the boy’s gaze finally shifted to Delkia.

“I didn’t feel like this until I came here……”

A heavy weight seemed to press down with his voice.

“Let me ask you something. How many have you done?”

“What do you mean?”

His gaze shifted back to the empty floor as she feigned ignorance.

“It’s clearly visible in your eyes, the vile yin energy that appears when someone has committed vile acts……”

She was momentarily speechless, unable to even retort.

“The manager of that cage warned me? To be careful around the entertainment district’s manager because she has a peculiar taste. But it seems even that manager didn’t know what to be careful of.”

“What are you talking about……?”

She managed to speak, but her body wouldn’t move, as if something invisible was pressing down on her.

“Keek……!”

The boy, who had been expressionless all along, suddenly burst into laughter, his gaze fixed on the empty air.

Delkia was at a loss for words.

-Clatter

Then, without saying anything, the boy gulped down the tea she had offered.

“……!”

-Thud

Within not even three seconds after drinking the tea, the boy’s face hit the desk, and he collapsed.

After 10 seconds of silence, Delkia finally burst into hysterical laughter.

“Kyahaha!”

(To be continued)