We arrived at the pces rear entrance and entered without a word from the guards.


    Following the light of the torches hanging on the walls and Sues directions, we proceeded deeper inside.


    Samuel, the minister, had probably made sure to keep the guards out: we did not encounter even one on our way to the throne room.


    And the exact moment we arrived in front of the door, a powerful explosion went off inside.


    This isgunpowder!


    I opened the door, leading the group inside, and we were met with a hellishndscape.


    Tchthey couldnt make it, in the end.


    There were corpses scattered across the throne room. I recognized their faces, despite the sh wounds: they were the assassins I had met in the ministers mansion.


    Gahdamnit!!


    Lord Dyngir, a survivor.


    Right.


    Sakuya motioned to a man lying against the wall, and I approached him.


    He was the explosive specialist that introduced himself as Jack the Bomber.


    Jack, so you messed up?


    hey there. Yeah. Pathetic, huh?


    Jack raised his head and looked at me, but his eyes had already lost their light.


    The wound across his chest was clearly fatal. He probably couldnt see anymore either.


    Well, this is the way assassins goat least give me augh, pal.


    Im not as rotten as tough at someone who died in battle. Anything else youve got left to say?


    I havent got sh no waitjust one.


    Jack coughed, spitting blood, then pooled what was left of his strength and grabbed mypel.


    Turn back and run. That thingis not human. You can cut him, st himbut he doesnt dieno onecan win


    After these words, the assassin called Jack the Bomber drew hisst breath.


    .


    I gently removed his hand from mypel, stood up and looked at the far side of the room.


    There I saw a man, busy stabbing the back of the body of an assassin lying on the floor.


    Well damn, you were waiting? I guess youre kinder than the rumors say.


    Im not so vulgar as to interrupt a mansst words. Allow me to wee you, o nightly guest! Imend you foring to assassinate me!


    The man had a fairly tannedplexion and was rather handsome.


    He had a tough physique, ssic for a man of the sea, but his aura was more like a wild beast.


    He gave the impression that anyone who got too close would be, without a warning, not cut down by a sword but torn to shreds by fangs and ws.


    His ck eyes looked straight at me, then he tilted his neck, curiously.


    How strangeI feel like this isnt our first meeting, boy.


    Boy? Im well past the age to be called that. I have to say I feel the same, though


    I didnt need to ask: I knew that man was Captain Drake.


    I looked at the man, standing among a pile of corpses, and felt a kind of nostalgia, as if I had met a rtive for the first time in a while.


    Drake seemed to feel the same. For a short while, we just looked at each other, silent.


    Anywaytheres plenty of things Id like to ask, but first of all


    After a few minutes of ring, or rather, gazing in each others eyes, I was the one to break the silence.


    Why did you destroy the monastery? What did those sisters do to deserve an end as brutal as that?


    ..!


    I could tell that Sue swallowed her breath. She did not make a sound, however, as I had instructed her to do before we entered the throne room.


    Hm? The monastery?


    Drake was caught by surprise. He really seemed to not understand why I would ask such a thing.


    I heard that the ministers sister was there, see. Well, it was just a game, really.


    Agame?


    Indeed.


    Drake nodded, as if it was nothing.


    I have been trapped in this living hell for more than I can remember. No matter what delicious food I eat, what pleasing woman I take, my heart doesnt feel anything, anymore. The only time I feel alive is when I torment other people, when I spit in the face of god.


    Drakes iprehensible exnation went on and on, like a curse.


    He looked ecstatic as he spoke, though, as if he was reciting some arousing poem.


    The brutal murder of pious sisterswhat greater challenge, what greater insult could there be to god? Seeing how long that wise-acting minister could hold in his anger was a riot, but more than anything, that was the trigger for you people toe, right?


    Drake spread his arms wide, motioning at the corpses strewn across the throne room.


    So many gathered here today, to end my life! An asion like this is as delightful as a birthday party! It is a shame that they were not strong enough, but I could enjoy it all the same.


    Really nowtime to die, then.


    I picked up the knife lying at my feet and threw it at Drake as I spoke.


    The knife sank into the mans chest, as if gravitating towards it, and a burst of blood sttered from it.