The Merchant had decided to postpone her conversation with the masked Arthur and Henri as she was notified about what seemed to be an issue of far higher priority than satisfying her curiosity.And so with a wave and her lingering predatory gaze that seemed a bit long at least to Henri, she left the room, her long black dress flowing after her before her guards trailed her.Arthur watched one of the bigger bodyguards who followed his target for a brief moment before he moved to shut the door.“I can't believe-” Henri's remark was cut short by Arthur's shushing response, his index finger over the position where his lips would be if he was unmasked.The head of the Lefevre household watched his apparent bodyguard bring out a small piece of candy and unwrap it, popping the candy into his mouth before he began to move around the room, rubbing the wrapper together to let out a small squeaking noise.Afterwards, he went to the window and shut it before switching off the lights in the room.
“I'll be back.” Arthur said, rising quickly. “I have something I need to check.”And so he exited the room without explaining further, wearing his mask on the way out.Arthur stepped out into the hallway, scanning his surroundings just as he had done when they had first boarded the ship and Henri was doing his usual businessman interactions and greetings with the other attendees of the event.Just as his research had shown, the guests on the cruise ship or rather the Blue Horizon were a great number and they were immensely diverse.Both people who appeared and interacted like citizens of the empire and those who were obviously foreigners, and under close observation, one would note that they were from a great number of other countries and regions.It just emphasized how reputable the Merchant's event was as well as how much hold the Hughes family had on the upper brass in so many regions of the world and not just within the empire.When considering those among upper echelon that were
Arthur paused, calming his breathing as he observed the tense interaction between the Merchant and none other than the first son of the patriarch whom she served, Ian Hughes.Ian sipped the champagne in his glass and remained quiet, gazing out at the dark ocean that occasionally sparkled due to the stars dotting the night sky.The silence seemed to stretch for a long period of time but just as the Merchant was about to speak up once more, he stated.“You know I am not one to involve myself in all of this.” Ian gestured to the cruise ship but both his subordinate and Arthur understood the true meaning of his statement.As far as the Hughes family and anyone who had information on them was concerned, Ian Hughes had made his stance on the illegal businesses owned by his family clear, he wanted no part in them.It was not to be mistaken for an intention to shut down that means of revenue for the Hughes family or some form of righteous thinking. He simply found it annoyingly tedious and un
“Sir?” The Merchant asked, tilting her head to emphasize the curiosity she was trying to convey.Ian returned his gaze to the open sea, his brows furrowing as he recalled a troublesome event. Remaining silent for a few moments, he spoke up.“I'm sure you're well aware of my brother, Saul's death?”“Yes sir.” Indeed she knew, in extensive detail in fact, but she dared to not emphasize that point, after all she couldn't guarantee that the heir to the Hughes family would take that lightly.Yes, everyone in the Hughes family knew that the three children of Leonard Hughes were not the closest set of siblings. That was to be expected if one were to consider the great family's method of upbringing. Hostilities, strength of all sorts and competition were heavily encouraged while things like the regular family bonding was frowned upon.It was why Laura for example considered her father as just the patriarch and nothing more. It was the kind of relationship that Leonard himself had enforced. Ev
Ian glanced at her, once again, returning his gaze to the silent dark ocean that sprawled out before him. “Good, that makes it easier to explain.”He paused momentarily, the somewhat troubled look he wore an expression that if one who was not knowledgeable about the kind of person he was were to see it, they would believe that he was bothered by the death of his brother.But that was not the case, heck that could not have been farther from the truth. The death of his younger brother, Saul Hughes' was more of an inconvenience and nuisance to him due to the ripple effect it caused rather than something that affected him directly.He let out a frustrated sigh, quietly sorting out his thoughts while noting that he would settle them later. And while all this took place, the Merchant watched him quietly, observing and noting as many of his reactions as she could.After all, it was quite rare for one to remain within close vicinity with the patriarch for such an extended period of time, that
Ian waved his hand, signaling an end to the conversation. It was apparently clear that the Merchant did not have another clue as to the identity of the one responsible for the murder of one of his subordinates.While if it was anyone else aside from the Hands, perhaps a regular bodyguard or one of the criminal lackeys, the heir wouldn't have cared, the illegal dealings were handled by his sister, Laura after all, but this was a subordinate tied directly to the head of the Hughes family.He would find the culprit at all costs and he would make him curse the very day that he was born.“Sir.” The Merchant called out, catching the attention of the silent, thoughtful Ian, “if I may ask?”He glanced at her, eyeing her calmly but curiously, eventually turning away before he replied. “Go on.”“With the Surgeon's demise, who will handle his tasks? If I recall correctly he has quite the enormous amount of duties.” The Merchant asked, her tone a mixture of politeness and a touch of genuine innoc
Holding her gaze which reflected nothing but the innocent concern she had intended to convey, he cursed her skill silently before he replied.“While your intentions may be good, I suggest you watch your mouth. You are merely a subordinate and not a part of the Hughes family even if you are one of the Hands. I merely let it slide because of two reasons.”Ian paused momentarily, raising two of his fingers as he counted.“Firstly, because I have enough knowledge on the kind of person you are, or so I'd like to believe. The second is because we are the only ones present, should you make a statement like this in front of the family…”He turned and faced her, his bigger build towering over her as he placed his hands in his pockets. “Even your position would not spare you from the consequences.”She bowed in response. “My apologies, sir. I will refrain from such actions.”He watched her coldly, turning away as his gaze swept over the dark ocean once more.The Merchant raised her head, watchi
“I don't appreciate you talking to my client like that.” The bodyguard stepped in front of the smaller man who was also his employer, attempting his best to look as intimidating as possible before Arthur.But that didn't faze the war god, in fact it amused him seeing a person who believed they were the best of the best and yet had not developed the instinct to know what battles to avoid and the ones to engage in.His experience during the war had been his main lesson on the existence of such and Arthur could somewhat understand those who didn't believe in the existence of such and called it a myth, after all it was something that only those who had stared death in the face more than enough times could understand.And he was one of those people.Over and over, death has tried to claim the war god, the man dubbed the empire's hero during the war and a person much more valuable than even the Four Armaments, but that was all it did, it tried.Attempt after attempt, they had appeared so ma
Leonard Hughes sat behind his large desk in his study, a chilled glass of whiskey in his frail hands.If he had been told this would be how the great Hughes family that had survived and prevailed for centuries would fall, he would not believe.But that was the cold harsh reality.It was ironic and somewhat of a sick joke that it all ended on the same day that it started.Like someone had chosen it particularly because of its significance. Perhaps they had.On that very day fifteen years ago, The Hughes family, Burton family and Williams family, three of the seven great had joined hands together to bring the downfall of the Rhyfel family.Their actions against them had long begun, but that day marked the finale, the end of it all.They had pooled their resources together and attacked the Rhyfel family estate with the intention to spare not a single soul.And surely they would have succeeded at that, if not for the bravery of the young flower of the Rhyfel family, Luna Rhyfel.Pushing a
His eyes widened as he took in the information: financial records, names, operations, evidence that implicated the Hughes family in countless crimes. It was the breakthrough he had been waiting for, but even more comprehensive than he had hoped."This is… beyond what I expected," he murmured, still processing the weight of what he held. Then, snapping into action, he pressed a button on his desk intercom. "Bring in Agent Marlowe and Special Operative Ryder."Within moments, the door opened, and two figures entered. Agent Marlowe, a sharp-eyed woman with an air of calm authority, and Special Operative Ryder, a tall, muscular man with a cold, calculating demeanor. They had been sent from the capital, handpicked by the emperor to assist in cleaning up the city, a task that had proven more daunting than either had anticipated."Commissioner," Marlowe greeted, nodding as her eyes flicked over to Isabella, recognizing the family resemblance.The commissioner wasted no time. "We’ve just rec
His voice, though weakened, was laced with bitterness. “Saul... if only you had been more competent. We wouldn’t be facing this now.”With a final, pained sigh, Leonard collected himself, his expression hardening into a grim resolve. “Summon all the Hands back to the estate immediately. We cannot let Rhyfel breach our defenses.”Ian nodded sharply, understanding the gravity of the command. “Yes, Father. I’ll see to it.”As Ian departed to carry out his father’s orders, Leonard muttered under his breath, his words dripping with venom. “Uther Rhyfel… you’ve always been a thorn in my side. Even from beyond the grave, your son continues to cause me trouble.”Meanwhile, Arthur Rhyfel was making his way through the bustling city streets with a purposeful stride. The same city that had seen his return for the first time was once again unaware of the storm that was brewing beneath.He approached a sleek black vehicle, where Elias, his driver, waited at the wheel. Arthur’s destination was Is
As he rounded a corner, he saw her, Luna, his older cousin, the only living family he had left and his only true reason for engaging in such a war. Yes, he wished to avenge his deceased family, yet if she had not saved him on that day, fifteen years ago, he would not have been alive to do so.She was his sole purpose for being alive and the one dearest to him. The one he had to protect at all costs.Many would claim that the war god had no weaknesses, and that was in fact true. Luna Rhyfel was not his weakness but his strength and while she might be the weaker of the two, should anything befall her it will not break the war god, no.It would simply unleash the demise of the ones foolish enough to commit such an act.The earth itself would not hide them from his fury if they were to do something as hopelessly stupid as even attempting to bring about the demise of the flower of the Rhyfel family.She was standing by the large windows that overlooked the estate’s gardens, her gaze dist
But what he did not expect was that his former mission would be erased and replaced with a new one. This had never happened since he had first got the system and the message alongside it hinted that he was in the endgame now.[New Mission: Destroy the final family involved in the downfall of the User's family, the Hughes family.][Rewards: The avenger, Acquisitions of the Hughes family possessions and the revelation of the origin of the {System}.]He leaned back in his seat, holding his chin in thought. There was no time to waste and failure was not an option.It never was.A rapid knock alerted him as the door opened and the three he had called in, walked inside, prepared for their new tasks.“Take a seat, all three of you.” He ordered, his tone cold and reserved.The three picked up on it, doing as they were told immediately. While one would have assumed that Leon would be the first to pick up on the graveness of the situation from his tone, it was actually Briar.Due to her previou
Ian took a deep breath, knowing the next part would be the hardest to convey. “To gain more information about him, we need to surrender information on the Hands of the Hughes family.”Leonard’s eyes sharpened, a dangerous glint appearing in his gaze. The Hands of the Hughes family were their most protected assets, their identities known only to the inner circle. To give up that information was to expose the family’s very core, to lay bare their most guarded secrets.He leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment as he considered the implications. Ian waited, his breath almost held as he watched his father’s face for any sign of what he might decide.Outside the warehouse that served as Charles’ base, Laura sat in the backseat of the car, her fingers tapping against the leather seat in a rare display of impatience. The weight of the conversation with Ian earlier still hung over her, the gravity of what was at stake gnawing at her composure. She glanced at the warehouse, its weathered
So while she was not one to so readily show emotions outwardly unless she deemed it necessary. Her experience growing up as the daughter of the patriarch in the Hughes family had made her this way.It was necessary for her survival, so her visible nervousness had hinted to her bodyguard and driver who watched her from the side, on how drastic the situation was.Her mind drifted to the response of her father should the news be delivered. She wondered if he would side with her uncle, his brother who had blamed the fall of two of the Hands on her “bad management.”As if that wasn't enough, more stray thoughts seemed to emerge, only further worsening her nervous state.What would the patriarch say? How would he react to the news of the war god’s return? And more importantly, what would he decide about the information Charles held?Taking a deep breath, Laura pushed those thoughts aside and steeled herself. She had a role to play, and she would do it to the best of her ability. The Hughes
Laura stepped out of the study, her heels once again clicking against the marble floor as she moved briskly through the corridor. The conversation with Ian and their uncle still echoed in her mind, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. There were more pressing matters to attend to.As she stood by the car that had brought her, she began to consider her next course of action. While she was granted authority over the Hands of the Hughes family due to her father, the patriarch's current state as well as her older brother, the heir apparent’s view on handling things, her authority was limited.Something as drastic as handing over information on the group whose identities were the most secured amongst all of the seven great families was not something she had the clearance to do, so in that case, she needed to seek who could.This was a one in a million opportunity and she was sure no one else but Charles could grant her the information that would help both her and the rest of the Hug
It was what the likes of a treacherous family like them deserved.The Hughes family would get no mercy from the war god, just the pain, suffering and tears they had brought upon the Rhyfel family.Their actions had birthed the unstoppable existence that was the war god, and that very same existence that their actions had created would now be what would bring about their demise.Truly ironic if one were to consider it.And so following his order while having an idea of Arthur's intentions, the prominent information broker returned to his seat, eyeing the bodyguard as he prepared to carry out his plans.“So, are you done compiling the necessary information?” She questioned, her tone hinting at the sense of urgency she felt, although she tried to hide it.“Well, I am now, lady Laura.” he replied, adjusting his posture on his chair.“Then why the delay? Is he that important of a person that revealing his identity is problematic?” Her question did little to hide not just the sense of urgen