Funeral .
Early In the winter , The Blezvin family villa was bustling with chaos. Everyone was preparing for the funeral of Youngest Master's mother and thier master's lover.
People dressed in all black sending condolences to the family .
Some sneering at how a mere mistress have such a grand funeral , Some pitying the man who lost his lover . Some searching for a heartbroken child who lost his mother.
In an inconspicious corner , Emel was standing , Observing all the farce of Wealthy and Noble with heart darker than thier clothes.
He was observing without a care because he knew no one would notice him. With his skill, he was far stronger than assassins on the dark web.
Emel was Active on Dark Web and had taken many livescin his hands. His assassination skills paired with his mastery in handguns and knives made him almost invincible.
He was already in buisness world as an excellent prodigy but his money which was almost 1/4th his brother's assets that amaze his family was only on surface. If he counted , He was already as rich as his family.
He knows he is still a child , 'tsk. Age limits'. That's why he kept his money to his subordinates to handle.
That's for discussion another time .
While he was looking at people observing them , he suddenly felt a gaze at him . It was not malicious but he could tell , filled with curiosity . He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud thinking
'curiosity killed the cat '.
But to his surprise , When turned his head , He found nothing .
He tried to search through his senses but still found nothing .
Emel's 'playful' and 'curious child' attitude turned 180 in no time . His chilly gaze filled with scrutiny.
Emel , An Assassin knew well how an assassin works.
If there truly was an assassin as good as if not stronger than him , Then he truly has to ashamed of himself after having not only spatial dimesion but a powerful Art to himself.
He could not even be compared to monsters much less to humans given his talent and resources.
He now wants to meet that person.
On the other side , A young boy in his teens was talking to his freind but his mind was wandering to what happened earlier .
He came to this 'backward' city on request of his freind . The boy was from one of thier subordinate families but he never tried to suck up to him or flatter him , so they became good freinds in no time . Although thier conversation was one side where the other talked and he listened , He enjoyed his time as a human rather than a tool to making connections with his family by those disgusting humans.
Earlier he was observing everyone in the hall to see what this little city has to offer , when suddenly he found someone interesting . The boy with black hair as if made of finest silk , His amber gold eyes filled with curiosity , and beautiful , much not to his offense should he describe him beautiful rather than handsome to his face . He could only see his face and silhoutte but could tell he was a child .
Just when he was cusiously observing him , His heart skipped a beat as the boy looked over. He instantly hid but the boy tried to find him .
He firstly thought the boy to be sensitive one , but to his shock , the boy's whole demeanor changed. He could see his serious face and his chilly gaze scrutinizing everyone in such a way one noticed him doing so .
He could not help but marvel at the skill the boy showed.
He never thought this tiny city would have a person to such level .
He couldn't help but be amazed. If this city of commoners can produce such a prodigy with such power and skill, those Ancient clans with history of thousands of years would find a hole to hide thier face .
He wanted to meet this boy . But he suddenly does not want to lie to a friend . He knows that the other party might be offended if he befreinded him with everything fake . Afterall even his 'freinds' do not know of his true identity.
On the other hand his heart was beating fast with excitement at this newfound rival. Like an unopened treasure box , this boy was mysterious to him. He could not gauge his strength.
His every cell was clamoring to meet him . He wants to how it would feel like fighting him.
'Would his blood boil too at our eyes meeting ? would he want to drink my blood too when our blades meet !'
His eyes showed an eerie excitement . And the poor friend standing next to him almost fell to his knees .
"What happened? "The other boy said .
"I found a treasure box ." The boy excitingly said to his freind who almost slipped and fell at his 'quiet and cold 'on surface but a 'antisocial psychotic crazy bast*rd ' on the inside freind .
"Do you want to know ?" the boy asked , but the other boy knew better to say yes to this psycho .
"Do I look like a Masochist to you ?" He can't help but retort back .
The boy only smiled back but his eyes showed otherwise .
When the little episode ended , It was finally time for the burial and the whole family went to the cemetery along with all the guests.
The whole line of black limosouine's made it look like funeral of the owner of the city rather than his mere lover .
After burying Amelia and doing the ceremonial procedures . It was time for Family members and people to pay respects to the dead.
Mason walked up to her holding her favorite snowstar flowers . Standing in daze and remembering the times with her , His eyes turned red but he did not shed tears .
Emel looking at this scene couldn't help but pity the man .
His love was a lie .
He was raising someone else's son as his own .
And even in death did that woman not tell him the truth .
He turned his head away from this sight or he might try to dig out her grave to feed her to shark which highly likely is that sharks might feel nauseated and won't even come near her .
He truly hoped he could have tortured the woman with his own hands .
'tch. Oh well! All is well that ends well.It's not like she would tell me about my true family that way .And '
His eyes once again showing his eerie playfulness
'...where would be the fun in treasure hunt if we already know where the box is .....'.Smirking to his thoughts , once again he composed himself and regained his usual cold face .
On the other hand , A boy wearing black hoodie was being dragged by his freind . He was looking at this drama with a cold face but his eyes showing boredom.