I am going to die.
The cool night breeze, the light from the half moon peeking out, and my senses from having lived an assassin all whispered the same words.
I shall soon die.
I looked around at my surroundings.
There were many paths in the garden, between the shrubs that looked as soft as wool.
But there was no path to life. There was only the path that reeked of death.
"Raon."
I raised my head upon hearing a voice, one that weighed heavily on my heart. A middle-aged man with what looked like white frost combed into long silvery hair stepped into view.
It was him.
Derus Robert.
Like a morass of death, the enormous garden billowed death into the air due to the presence of a single man—the head of House Robert.
"Yes."
I swallowed hard and opened my mouth.
"You have shown a competence that befits your title as the leader of the Shadows. The family has grown even faster thanks to you moving behind the scenes."
"I merely did my job."
