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[ “Good evening [redacted code name],” ] Shopkeeper’s voice booms from the other line.
This Garden assassin had always been wary of his employer. But he paid well for this job he had taken up so there were no complaints.
”Shopkeeper,-“the assassin greets, coughing at the same time, as he threw his worn-out cigarette on the floor before stepping on it.
[”Oh boy, don’t tell me you’re smoking again.”]
”Can’t a man celebrate a job well done after helping clean out those leftovers from the Red Circus? What type of people were they to even hijack the damn bus filled with those Eden kids-“ he had stopped upon realization that he had remembered a certain kid that was part of the Red Circus fiasco was there.
”Ah, wait. Isn’t the Thorn Princess’s daughter part of the busses that have been targeted by the Red Circus right?” he asked, leaning against the counter of his room with his head tilted back.
Ugh, I have so much neck pain from having to clear the dregs—it’s bothering me.
[“Yes, however that’s not what I wanted to discuss to you today.”]
”Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, fixing his cool. “Then what’s the reason you called, sir?”
[”I’m afraid Yor’s husband might be a supporter of the National Unity Party,”] Shopkeepr says concisely, straight-to-the-point with no beating around the bush.
[“You know how our organization feels about the conservative party.”]
”So I’ve heard” he grumbles, placing the phone properly against his ear as it was slipping from his control. “What’s in it for me then?”
[“Watch over the Forger family, especially Loid Forger. Anya Forger too, considering her dad could be a pro-war supporter,”] Shopkeeper said.
[“This is your assignment, [redacted code name]. I hope you carry this job out meticulously. And if there’s anything to report that shows he’s a threat, tell me.”]
Hmmm. Him and the Thorn Princess crossing paths after a year of not seeing one another? It was no surprise Shopkeeper had separated all his assassins with one objective in mind as they carried out their duties.
He loved entertainment, so entering Yor’s—his senior’s civilian—life was something he dared to see.
So he nods as if Shopkeeper were right next to him, delighted with a smile fighting the urge to display on his face.
“My pleasure, Shopkeeper. Wouldn’t want our best assassin to be fed to the sharks too early.”
[”I’ll be sending you his portfolio,”] and that was the last thing he heard as Shopkeeper ended the call.
He drums his fingers against the handset of his phone. Eyes twinkling at the thought of seeing the glorious Thorn Princess again. Had she changed? How does she look now?
“Hopefully marriage life looks good on her,” he chuckles, placing his cigarette can inside his drawer.
“This is gonna be entertaining.”