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The process of the real-world training was unbelievably simple and smooth.
After all, the team composition was:
Morin the sole guardian of physicists' tears.
Carlos, Fox, and Wick three max-level, cheat-enabled players.
Wesley a player who maxed out his talent points by paying a heavy price, and the trainee for this real-world exercise.
With this team, was it really hard to take down a dungeon of regular assassins?
And, as Morin had predicted, during the process
"Carlos?"
A bearded assassin, upon realizing Carlos had a gun pointed at him, asked in surprise, "What are you doing
here? Did you betray the Brotherhood too?"
"Sloan is the one who betrayed the Brotherhood," Carlos didn't deny betraying the Brotherhood but instead used a clever verbal trick to avoid the Black assassin's question.
"He falsified the kill lists!"
"That's impossible!" the bearded man retorted. "That's fate's guidance; Sloan would never..."
"He cracked the code and took control of the Loom, then used it to falsify lists of people he wanted killed, trading them with those who needed assassinations to gain huge profits!"
Carlos continued, "He's using us! He's turned the Brotherhood's assassins into killers and tools for his own profit!"
"That's why Fox and I are going to confront him about it.
You've all been fooled by him!"
"...Do you have proof?" the bearded man asked after a moment of hesitation.
"After I found out about this, I secretly went into the Loom's secret room and got the answer from the Loom itself," Carlos replied. "The Loom gave me the answer
Sloan's name was on it!"
"...I need to see more proof."
Most assassins who encountered Carlos fell into this loop. After seeing the decrypted code from the cloth Carlos had taken, their positions were completely shaken.
Coupled with Morin's righteous Temple Knight persuasion (threats of violence + high-value bonuses + commissions + a life without having to hide), these assassins all declared that if Sloan had truly betrayed the Brotherhood, they would immediately join the Temple
Knights.
Sloan's decision to send most of the assassins to hunt down Fox was indeed prescient.
Of course, this was real combat, not a training game, and some assassins would rather die than surrender... so a large number of them fell at the hands of Morin and the others.
Wesley's hands were finally stained with blood.
...
"What are you thinking about?"
That night, on the rooftop of the hotel where Morin and the others were staying, Fox came to stand beside Wesley. Her graceful figure, which would normally have captivated Wesley's attention, failed to make him look away this time.
"They shouldn't have died," Wesley said, looking at the
distant city lights, feeling a bit dejected. "They were just deceived, weren't they?"
"Yes, they were fate's most loyal believers," Fox said, sitting down next to Wesley. "But they did the wrong thing."
"Just because of that?" Wesley lowered his head to look at his hands.
His hands were clean, but Wesley knew that just a few hours ago, they were stained with the blood of several different lives.
"Faith is a very serious matter," Fox said. "Betrayal is absolutely unforgivable."
"...And what about you?" Wesley asked. "What will you do after this is over?"
"What will I do..." Fox thought for a moment. "If I have also betrayed fate, then... I will do what I'm supposed to do."
"Kill yourself?" Wesley asked.
"Maybe..." Fox stood up. "Who knows?"
"Get some rest. Tomorrow, we're going to confront Sloan," Fox waved her hand. "Goodnight, little boy."
"..." Wesley remained silent.
He had initially liked Fox for her looks, and later, he fell completely for her because of her actions. But now, with her belief and the things that might happen, he didn't know how to stop her.
In what capacity, with what reason?
Wesley's mind was in chaos.
"Well, well, look what we have here. A young man troubled by love."
Just then, a voice came from behind Wesley. "Wesley, are you confused?"
"...Mr. Morin?" Wesley turned around, surprised to see Morin. "When did you get up here?"
"Probably around the time Miss Fox came up to the roof?" Morin said. "My hearing is pretty good, and I like a good show, so "
"I thought I might see something interesting," Morin said,
shaking the camera in his hand.
"..." Wesley was speechless.
Why be so direct?
And taking a camera to film it was just too much!
"Oh well, even though I didn't get a shot, it's not a big deal," Morin said, shaking his hand again, and the camera disappeared into thin air. "You're confused right now? Do you want to talk about it? While I'm in a good mood, I can give you some guidance."
Wesley was no longer surprised by Morin's disappearing camera trick. Morin often played these magic-like little tricks in front of them, but whenever Wesley asked how he did it, Morin never answered. So, he just assumed it was magic.
It couldn't be actual magic, could it?
Since he had seen it so many times, he was used to it.
"...It's just," Wesley hesitated for a moment before saying, "Fox... her situation..."
"About Miss Fox, I agree with one thing she said faith is a very serious matter."
Morin sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the
traffic below. "But, Wesley, there is nothing that can't be changed, not even faith."
"What?" Wesley didn't understand.
"Faith can be changed, based on certain events or certain people," Morin said. "Your father is a perfect example. He was once an Assassin Master who firmly believed in fate, but you made him give up his faith."
"Now, he's a provisional Temple Knight. He no longer believes in fate but in protecting order for you, Wesley."
"Perhaps there were some personal factors involved, but believe me, if it weren't for you, your father would never have left the Fraternity of Assassins to join the Temple Knights."
"So, if you want your beloved Miss Fox to change her mind, you just need to find someone or something important enough to influence her."
"You can think about the rest yourself. Goodbye, Wesley.
There's a big battle tomorrow."
Watching Wesley leave, Morin, in a good mood, started humming a tune.
Being a matchmaker, a mentor, and speaking in riddles all at once gave him a certain inexplicable sense of
satisfaction.
If he had to describe it in one sentence, it was: "He successfully showed off in a fresh and elegant way!"
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