"For revenge."
Pablo told the carriage driver his reason for going to the military and the driver peered at Pablo’s face in silence.
"Are you sure about that, my lord?"
"You don’t know my reasons." Pablo kept it short.
"That is true. But the military isn’t a place where you can take something like revenge. I would suggest that you should stop looking for that."
Pablo frowned. "Mind your own business, man. Why are you even bothering to chat anyway?"
"Heh. I wouldn’t have said a thing to you if you hadn’t told me about your motive. My son wanted the same thing as you."
"I don’t giv-"
"What do you mean?" Flashy chimed in.
Pablo just wanted the carriage to move but Flashy started the conversation and the man also began his story.
"My wife used to work as a maid in a military General’s house in this very city. One day, her dead body arrived and upon personal investigation done by me and my son, we found out that she was killed by the General because she refused to work overtime because of her bad health. She died just because she refused the General. This world is a mess." The man revealed all this with a dry laugh.
"What about your son then?" Flashy asked again.
"Then your son went to that General to take his mother’s revenge but ended up getting killed as well. Right?" Pablo guessed the story. It was the same old everytime.
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However, the man shook his head.
"You are right about my son wanting revenge and getting killed. But it wasn’t that straight forward."
"Then tell us." Flashy was completely invested in the story.
"After my wife died, I gave up on taking revenge but my son didn’t. At night, without telling me, my son went to the General’s house and tried to kill him. Of course, he didn’t succeed as the General was many times stronger than my son who was just nineteen years old.
My son was then captured by the General and the next morning, he gathered the whole city outside his mansion and on that day, his garden was filled with carnivorous mad dogs.
The General arrived on the balcony with my son tied up. He held my son with his hands and threw him in the garden.
In front of all the people, he threw my son in front of hungry dogs. I was also there. I saw my son getting eaten by the dogs and the General laughing. No one tried to help my son and I was also too scared to do anything. I let my son die.
The General then went on to give a lengthy speech of how one should never try to lay a hand on a military man unless they want to get eaten. The military here is feared by everyone. I couldn’t save my son but I sure would like to save someone else’s son.
I don’t know what the military did to you, it must be something horrible I am sure, but please…"
The man threw his gaze at Pablo and his voice turned full of concern.
"Let go of your revenge, son. You will be eaten alive as well."
"What a painful backstory." Flashy said, wiping his eyes. There were no tears visible though.
’Painful indeed. A pain in the ass that is.’ Pablo just wanted to reach the camp. He didn’t want to participate in a storytelling competition.
The man was staring at him intently and Pablo just sighed. He had to reply to the man.
"I am sorry for your wife and son." He wasn’t sorry at all but he kept talking.
"Revenge is only bad when you do it with hatred inside your mind. If you plan it out, you will succeed. Your son let his impulse take control of him and as a result, he died. I am not like that. I will do whatever I want and win. Because as you already know…"
Pablo stared back at the man and ended the conversation.
"I am not your son."
Pablo made sure to talk in a way that would show he wasn’t interested in talking anymore.
The man was smart enough to understand that and he finally went on to do his work.
He held the two poles of the carriage again and began running.
He didn’t speak another word after that.
"That was some way to kill the conversation." Flashy said, sitting in front of Pablo in the carriage.
Pablo ignored him and focused on his newly hired person.
"How long, Draxus?"
"Hmm? Well, I never measured it but it might be six or seven inches."
"What the-I am talking about the recommendations. Why am I surrounded with idiots and psychos?" Pablo clutched his hair. He wasn’t this stressed even when the whole earth’s police were after him.
"I agree that you are surrounded with idiots but who are you calling a psycho?" Cupid asked. She was sitting beside Pablo this time. Not floating.
’That Count’s bitch. She is a psychopath. And probably a masochist as well.’
"Why do you use such bad words? Don’t you have any respect fo-"
"Answer me, Draxus. What about the papers?" Pablo had no intention of hearing Cupid’s good life lectures so he moved on to Draxus.
"They are ready. Want me to come out and show them?" Draxus asked.
"No. You stay inside and give me mine and Flashy’s paper."
"Here."
Two papers came out from beneath Pablo’s legs and Pablo took them.
He read them and nodded.
"Good enough." He said and gave the paper with Flashy’s name to Flashy.
Flashy stored it inside his bracelet and Pablo did the same with his paper.
"How long should I stay inside your shadow, Czar?" Draxus asked.
"Till I reach the camp. You will sneak out of my shadow and act as an independent individual. In the military, you don’t know me and I don’t know you."
"Oh. Why is that?"
"For secrecy. You will be my eyes. You will tell me everything that will happen there. You will collect information. After all, that’s what an assassin does."
"I understand." Draxus went silent after that.
Pablo did some stretching and the next moment, the carriage shook and stopped.
"We are here." The driver said.
"That’s fast. Well, finally." Pablo wasted no time and got down from the carriage.
Flashy followed him and came out as well.
Pablo went towards the driver and Flashy stood behind Pablo.
"Thanks for the journey." Pablo said.
The man nodded. "I hope you succeed in your mission, my lord. You have some good subordinates with you."
Pablo smiled. "I know. And now that you also know about them, it poses a problem for me."
Pablo barged his hand inside the bracelet on his right wrist and instead of coins, he took out a dagger.
The man nonchalantly watched that but Cupid knew what was going to happen.
"No. He didn’t do anything wro-"
SHRILL!
Cupid couldn’t finish her words as Pablo already placed the dagger on the man’s throat.
The man heard everything Pablo talked about inside the carriage and Pablo also talked freely with no fear because he knew from the start that he would not leave the man alive.
"You were right, old man." Pablo spoke and before the man could do something, Pablo ran the dagger on the man’s throat.
"This world is a mess."