Guardian, the recently established odd subsidiary, made the Black Dragon Clan constantly doubt their judgment.
âGuardian? Isnât that the company the princess gave to that bastard to get him on a pedestal?â
When it was first established, the clan considered Guardian a front to give a deadweight some meager achievement and power.
âCome to think of it, itâs the one where that son of a bitch bitches around!â
The quick-witted members of the clan began suspecting that it was an inspection agency for the princess to obtain more power after Limon raided countless subsidiaries.
âHm. Either way, it looks like it wasnât just a front. They did manage to stop the criminals. Maybe we should sign a contract with them for a timeâ¦â
Once Limon began predicting where the attacks would happen, those who were practically minded realized the potential of Guardian. Each of them slowly started approaching him.
âContract, my ass! Iâm a fool for even considering that bitchâs company would be useful!â
But as his predictions started to fail, they all left the Master of Swords once again. Confusion began spreading throughout the clan, with his reputation going from one end to the other in just a few short months. Whose side should they take?
Nothing could have prevented this situation from playing out as it did. Any companyâs stocks would be all over the place if something like this happened to them, but this company was Limon Asphelderâs of all people.
âWhat? He predicted it again?â
Guardian then began to have accurate predictions again, throwing the Black Dragon Clan into disarray. Unquestioningly trusting in the company and signing a contract hurt their pride, but they were too concerned about the incoming attacks to ignore them.
âThat Master of Bastards! Why canât he choose between doing his damn job and being ass at it? Why does he keep going back and forth?!â
While Guardianâs reputation fluctuated, Limon getting a lousy rep regardless was the only consistent variable.
Although⦠the clan was clueless to another group who were even more confused about the attacks.
âLook here, comrade. What are you going to do now?â
Silence.
âOi, say something, comrade. Arenât you the one leading us? The one who assured us that we wouldnât be stopped?â
Silence again.
âDonât tell me that youâre embarrassed. Try not to be so hard on yourself, now, comrad. Youâre allowed to make a mistake every once in a while. Even monkeys fall from trees.â
âComrad.â
âOh? You finally got something to tell us?â
âWill you please shut the fuck up before I rip your mouth off?â
The murderous intent of the man with braided hair was displayed clearly through his calm demeanor and voice. The man with slit hair immediately went quiet.
Finally getting the âloudmouthed bad luck charmâ to shut up, the man swept over his hair with his hands.
âItâs not like I let my guard down. This was truly unexpected.â
âNo need to call it âunexpectedâ. Comrad
, you just made a mistaââ
The young manâs jaw suddenly rips wide open as his tongue falls out like a rubber ball.
âI figured they just got a profiler or detective good at psychological insight, but now Iâm suspicious. They must have a fortune teller or a prophet.â
ââ¦Look, comrade. Arenât you going too far?â
âYou think a fortune teller is stretching it?â
âYou think Iâm talking about that?! You just blew my jaw off! Iâm talking about how you brushed that off like nothing happened!â
âBut nothing happened now, did it?â
Most people would have already died or at least writhing around with the last bits of their life energy, but the young man looked as good as new.
âI still have feelings, you know!â
âHm. So you do.â
âYou just got that?â
âYes, so Iâd like to ask you a favor. Will you please die right now? I feel very unpleasant.â
âThatâs what you meant?!â
ââAnyways. What do you think, comrade?â
âI hope you becoming the leader wasnât a big mistake.â
âStop encouraging me to use you as a throwaway card. Iâm asking for your thoughts on how the Seven Dragons Association found out where we would attack.â
His serious tone made the young man hold back his anger as he scratched his head for an answer.
âArenât you the one who said the detective found out using his brain, comrade?â
âThink before you speak, please. Even the greatest genius cannot figure out what a die rolls.â
âThen, it has to be a prophetic skill of some kind, no?â
âAre you stupid, comrade? Thereâs no way a prophetic skill can break through our [Impenetrable Star Barrier].â
âThen, why are you asking me?!â
âI wanted to know what an idiot with zero brain cells thinks. As I thought, it wasnât useful at all.â
ââ¦Comrade, I have a genuine request. Could you get chopped up for a little bit?â
âOf course not. Unlike you, I actually die when I get killed.â
The young man already had a knife out, his eyes burning with fury.
âRather, I will accept a death match that only ends when we die. Would you care to try?â
He looked the young man in the eyes with his hands in his pocket.
âDonât be so serious, now. I was just saying.â
The young man slowly put his knife away. His behavior was laughable, but it did not humor the man. All he had on his mind was who could have gotten in the way of their perfect plan and how they could have done it.
âHm⦠Iâm intrigued. How did they read my mind?â
It was too accurate to be a lucky guess, and their preparations were too subtle to be a prediction.
It made him all the more curious about what the Seven Dragons Association had up their sleeve.
âI would have tried another place to see what happens if I had the time. What a shame.â
âDid you get another order?â
âYes. Seems like those âaboveâ want to wrap up things, so we will have to go with Plan B.â
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âAre you going to do that?â
âWe have to take a risk if weâre going to achieve anything in time.â
âGuess youâre not wrong.â
Though he looked a little confused, the young man nodded in agreement. It wasnât a favorable plan, but they had no time to dilly-dally since the order came from above.
âCome to think of it⦠Is the crazy comrade on standby?â
âTch. Donât be ridiculousâof course, that nutcase of a comrade wouldnât stay still. Sheâs going all over causing but trouble.â
âIt seems like sheâs relatively calmer.â
âEver heard of âcalm before the stormâ?â
âYou have a point, I suppose.â The man nodded.
From the perspective of a member of modern society, none of them were sane. But the blonde woman stood out the most. It was so bad that they wouldnât even let her participate after what took place at the Black Dragon Building.
âLet her know, just in case. The operation will start soon, so tell her to stay put until then.â
âAnd you think sheâll listen?â
âCut off her finances if she doesnât. She wonât be able to hurt a fly if sheâs starving, no matter how crazy she is.â
âWait, why are you telling me this?â
âYouâre the one giving her money.â
âIâm not? Arenât you the one funding her, captain comrade?â
There was a brief silence.
âJust use your common sense. Low-level comrades like you should handle a minor task like this.â
âDonât be ridiculous. Donât you know there will be trouble if the leader doesnât manage the money?â
âEnough with the excuses. So what money is the crazy comrade acting out with?â
There was a longer period of silence.
âWell, thatâs up to the operation accountâ¦â
âThe Associationâs âHeavenâs Netâ shut down all bank accounts tied to the company. Did you forget that?â
ââ¦Iâm sure she had some savings on her, yeah?â
âIdiot comrade. You think such a lunatic would have any savings when she lives every day like itâs her last?â
This time, there was a very long silence. They just realized that they left a starving predator out in the streets. The two looked at each other.
âHurry. Get in contact with her,â the young man spouted.
At the same time, so did the man with braided hair speak. âGo look for her, fast.â
âYou want me to die?â
âWouldnât that be better than allowing our crazy comrade to ruin our operation?â
âDonât you think youâre taking this too lightly since itâs not your life on the line?!â
There is a famous saying: communication is important. That was no exception for psycho criminals, as the two paid the price for their ignorance.
***
âThanks.â
âFor what?â
âYour advice last time. Everything has worked out since.â
Eugene was tuning her guitar with a hun when her eyes began sparkling.
âThen, can you perform, partner?â
She sure had a musical brain. No matter what she heard, the only thing on her mind was performing.
âIâm not sure. Not yetâ¦â
Eugeneâs eyes glistened like an abandoned puppy.
ââ¦Maybe for a little bit.â
âA little bit wonât do for me.â
Her eyes were no longer tearful but rather full of discontent.
âDonât get too greedy. After I sort this matter out, Iâll play with you for as long as you want.â
âReally? You promise?â
âSure.â Limon nodded.
Either way, she did help him stop the attackers. Limon was willing to spare whatever time he had to repay her.
âOk, here.â
ââ¦Your guitar?â
âYou gotta pay up first when you make a contract!â
âSo youâre going to get a performance out of me with that excuse?â
âYep! Wouldnât it be a shame if we donât perform together whenever possible?â
âTch. You sure know how to talk.â
Eugene seemed to have stopped beating around the bush.
âBut Iâll get you food this time!â Eugene heartily exclaimed.
âYeah, right. You donât have any money. Youâre in debt.â
âItâs fine now.â Eugene gave Limon a thumbs up as he relented and accepted the guitar. âI started working /invite/reaperscans
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